Under the sagging lines of crepe paper
By the second string of teacher
Through the glitter of mirrored light suspended
You danced with her
The best slow dancer
Who danced on tiptoe—who almost wasn’t there
In your arms—like music
She knew just how to answer
The question mark of your heart
Dave Wagoner
Under the sagging lines of crepe paper By the second string of teacher Through the glitter of mirrored light suspended You danced with her The best slow dancer Who danced on tiptoe—who almost wasn’t there In your arms—like music She knew just how to answer The question mark of your heart