whirlwinds

for s.a.l.

Champagne teasing through
the static crowd gently holding
glasses on plates of chicken barbecue
under the nametags slapped in the
left corner of their chests as
“Jane Redman” stares at “Mark”
who looks everywhere but at her,
as “Jeffrey” glances down the street
outside at his house with only
black windows and “Jack Cormier”
watches the thick red carpet
and says a word to it — “Kate” —
shaking his head and acting like
his eye has something in it while
laughter’s baton is passed among
the small crowds dancing around
each other to the music flowing
from the voices and light diamonds
from the twisting chandelier sparkle
brightest in those eyes filling also
with the salty liquid candlelight.