The way she moves, it's beautiful.
Ankle bells tell rotation of feet
while hips accent left to rightful,
elbows exalt into the downbeat.
A continuity of snaking arms greets
bangles that jangle in a new refrain
as her head slides west to east.
Shoulders shimmy like rain
shimmering through human frame;
she may captivate she will not pay
ransom owed to an ancient claim.
It's she who moves the way
––like a divining rod
recalls the beautiful on arid sod.
~ LCMH
