Molakaklaking

You're doing the jitterbug
during an earthquake
on top of a washing machine
and as the dance's tempo quickens
there is confetti in the air
the sun breaks through
and a hundred bird's wings flapping
beaks clattering
and songs chattering
with your voice vibrating
your crystal glass shattering
your heart palpitating
you body shivering
shaking
molakaklaking
not understanding
the words you are making
as the streets are a rumbling
with thousands of elephants trumpeting
their joy sounding
and resounding
ringing
and you're screaming
and suddenly realizing

you're in love.

----

1/7/07