(These are a child’s impressions of a street entertainer.)
the dancer steps forward
Hips whirling frantically
as she turns and twists.
Sweat drips from her dark brow,
her hands extended from her sides,
The men whoop and cheer
their scraggled beards and hair
their eyes gleam hungrily
as the beer bottles clink and slosh.
The dark hair on their arms
caked with dust
that flies off in little clouds
as they reach greedy fingers at her.
She bites her lip, her eyes
look like they might burst with tears
the grass skirt rustles
around her thick, curved legs
bare feet shuffle the dust.