Grandma said she was kicked out 
of dance halls 
when she was a young girl
with another girlfriend.
for spinning.
I imagine two girls entwined
as they spin like tops
around the waxed wood floor.
Giggling they circle
around and around the hall
without a care whether
they look rowdy,
or might knock
into other dancers.
Too young to think
about consequences
they are dizzy with delight,
their hair wispy and damp,
feet flying over the floor,
their skirts lifting 
with the twirling.
When they’re chased out
of the dance hall,
they laugh and float
	into the night,
	their voices echoing
	down the dark empty street.
	They spin around
	the lamplight,
	whirling all the way home.