Jig by Ilona Agur

Eidolon Magazine
Oct 30
1 min read

Joints a’popping

Jaws a’dropping

Round and round she spins

Hips a’swiveling

Arms a’wiggling

Warm air against skin

Hair a’flipping

Smile a’lifting

Pulling at the wind

Feet a’slapping

Hands a’clapping

The whole world sees her grin.

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