No dance this year in Virginia City
this year we took a risk at an arcade
to win some tickets playing at “Tomb Raid”
playground built under building graffiti.
We find the least populated of store
and try a conversation through our masks
as we quickly enter with list of tasks
we try to make memories from a chore.
Though less exciting then a gowned ball
at least the day is just for you and I
to find ourselves outside the home awhile.
Held outstretched notice your new look, how tall
you’ve grown since last I wore my suit and tie
we still get Ice Cream travelling this mile.
I will always remember our first dance
where we danced below with stars above us
inside of twirl there was no thought or fuss
we both had a chance to strut floor and prance.
Whole planetary systems on the move
as we chased around each waltzing duo
with daughter holding father as hero
and planetary orbits reach a groove.
The joy of scientific achievement
that fed the hot flame of revolution
centripetal force keeps twirling in dance.
This year we find another endearment
each of us giving a contribution
with understanding of our circumstance.
We talk about the dance and what it means
how every year is different in its way
this year we follow stricter rules to play
how awkward sickness stands on wall and leans.
To write description of yearly event
maybe these poems act as time machine
this year to add discussion of vaccine
or talk about this time of discontent.
To discuss the month of February
and what it means to be a little girl
invited to the ball by her own Dad.
A touching Valentine she will carry
a memory of days when we would twirl
to wait till next year even though still sad.
Do you remember year of Unicorn
when glittered make-up shown upon your brow
I picked you up at Mom’s with a Rose vow
to bring good cheer to child it would adorn.
We have no choice but to write our way out
so save the last dance for a later time
we will just sit and work out different rhyme
with words chosen to remove all our doubt.
You smile at Dad through mask at Mall Food Court
as he pulls his mask aside to eat food
this day may even be better than dance.
She knows that sometimes he feels out of sort
he needs this day every year for his mood
such fun to watch him strut on floor and prance.
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