Just Float

A stare from Stevie Nicks across the stage
at The House of Blues.
My knees knocking together like a branch
against a window in the wind.
A stomach like a beachball.

I move closer to her, what a perfect moment.
Ironic, like snow in L.A.

Her hand almost touched.

All the valley girls speechless,
in black flowing chiffon,
Knee high platform boots.
The stiff mouths of feminine anger,
for it was only Wednesday,
the longest, hardest day of the week.

Then, the smart blonde pushes her way through.
The stage gets closer,
the crowd moves me.
For the first time, I float.

Stevie takes her microphone off the stand
and takes a step forward.