Slow Silver

Silver, to your mind, must always call up speed
thundering hooves, the Lone Ranger's mighty steed
hastening to the help of prairie folk in need.

Or quicksilver, metal, if you can believe
that metal could flow like water through a sieve--
Mercury, god of messenger and thieves.

But the silver runes that shine on the sidewalk at dawn
are the steps of a dance that lasted all night long
slow silver feet dancing to a slow, slow song.