Unbecoming Strangers Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rooms filled with strangers, listening to musical fortes,
dancing in time to rhythmical notes.
Traipsing over floors set up for freedom of spirit and
soul.
After many measures and stanzas throughout an evening,
friends are made, acquaintances introduced to one another.
Another plateau has transpired from a once upon a night,
in a room full of strangers, to familiar surroundings of
peaceful sensory perceptions.

(7: 52 p.m. - 12/12/08)