While The Devil Sleeps
Even the devil has to sleep some time,
dozing by the inferno, daring a red-lipped smile.
Let's dance, though the downstairs neighbors bang the broomstick.
Let's wear sequins and furs, hats as big as platters,
and take the train with our big brown bags.
Put an air on, try an accent, we're beautiful don't you see?
We will land like birds on a fountain in a square
to sing ourselves as Whitman would, while the devil sleeps.
for Sunday Muse #143, where I am hosting. Join us!