dance of six

i took the shuttle up the hill with the girls from work.
(sunny, sunny, cold.)

we breezed through errands, like crowds in a holiday parade.
(mittens, mittens, hats.)

time left, we whirled ourselves inside a sweet boutique,
trying dresses, trying tops, coats on heaps on chairs.

brown bags, white receipts, back on the bus we’re laughing,
taking treasures, stealing moments from the day.