Two Poems

JESUS DANCES THE CHA-CHA

The city is perfectly
clear beneath him
and there’s not an angel in sight.
He does the steps flawlessly,
a master of the forward and back.
It does seem to give him joy
though his stoic expression
hints at some stubborn sadness.
Ask him and he’d beg off,
insisting he doesn’t know
everything and directing
your attention to his blue dancing
shoes: “I hope you like them.
They mean the world to me.”

MY WIFE’S DRESS

Red as the spanking new truck
purchased by the local firehouse,
but a red meant to start a fire
instead of putting one out.
I wrap an arm around my wife’s
waist and we head into the night,
her dress glowing and sparkling
like a squad of fireflies.