Maatstaf. Jaargang 24

[p. 110]

Milton Kessler Joan at the Golden Grill

Was I afraid to show myself
even after she coaxed me?
And her live hair so gracious
on my face
that I had to mention
why I was frozen
so long.
‘You won't believe this,’ I said,
‘but it's because of my grey hair.’
I didn't tell her
that I sensed
the girls would be ashamed
to dance
with all my evidence
in front of others
under the grinding sparklers.
Did I know
that everyone danced
in a rainbow?
Thus I hesitated to be invited
and with her hand she did.
‘You're beautiful, Joan.
Your hair is very beautiful.’
‘You're a good dancer,’ was her answer.