TWIRLING AT TWELVE
The 45 repeats in the backyard
as it does on the charts at No. 1,
the Everly Brothers singing “Cathy’s Clown,”
a summer’s song the girl will have heard
more than any other in her life,
twirling figure eights across the lawn,
rehearsing the bond of body and baton
as the competition nears with its big what-if.
Now the two voices fuse, the snare drum snaps.
She flings the baton sky-high with the same
conviction and hurls herself awhirl, each limb
blurred in a cartwheel, feet down as the baton drops
into her hand and there’s just time
for a stag leap before the music stops.