Afternoon Silence Broken Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching dancers across the floor, sliding so gently,
flowing in the afternoon silence as it's broken up
by Cold Front Band.

Revving everything into high gear, music captivating
minds and hearts altogether, wonder facing the energy
of measures of rhymes as they miraculously happen.

In the midst of rhythms, always making this afternoon
another great memory, touching interiorly, a wonderful
fancy as music plays at a steady pace, nothing to stop
or erase it.