Surrounded by harried shoppers
and the discorporate voice calling
for attention in another aisle,
he takes my hand and we dance.
It’s what we do.
We dance in Wal-Mart.
Some people stare, others hurry away;
a few smile
for they recognize the love we share.
It’s the most romantic thing
I’ve ever done,
this dancing in Wal-Mart.
One hand in mine, the other on my waist,
we smile, he spins me, we pull close,
moving gently to a song only we hear,
a sweet kiss, and the dance ends.
You’ll not find it in the pages
of a Harlequin Romance,
because this dancing-in-Wal-Mart-love,
it’s the real thing.
It’s funny how a little two-step
can make shopping so