I really enjoyed how bubbly she and goofy he
lindy hopped on smooth wood
without looking in the studio mirror.
It wasn’t so lovely once you came
not to ask me to dance, but to call me a wallflower
then dance with bubbly she.
The wallflower, yes, how fitting a name
for a full bloom
like the wildflowers, with as much scientific awe
as the cultivated roses. My silly hope
is to one day be plucked by a botanist
and not be compared to a rose.