She danced with a young guy,
she told me, proud of herself,
danced with her 32-year old Mexican guide
on the tour through Cancun
and the Chichén Itzá Mayan ruins,
she danced with him, with another guy!
He said she danced really well.
Of course she danced really well,
she's beautiful, and he's a guy.
Some of the other men there
liked her moves too! Surprise!
So smooth and rhythmic, flowing
like honey to the Mariachi Band beat.
I'm sure glad all those dancing lessons
we've been taking over the past
few years are finally paying off.
At Fox's Lobster House overlooking
"That was only the second
lobster roll I've ever had
and it was delicious,
cool and tasty and refreshing.
Ever have lobster rolls, Robin?"
My daughter peers at me over her fork.
"No, I don't like mayonnaise."
And I'm thinking that she would have liked
the puffy mayonnaise-like clouds
floating against the deep blue sky
over Nubble Lighthouse glistening
like an Edward Hopper painting
in the afternoon sun,
tour bus smoking outside,
the gulls gliding overhead
peaceful as crayons.
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