The way to Carnegie is left,
left, left, right.  The path to the Gillioz
Theatre is slightly less known.  More like

Google Satellite peers into downtown
Springfield (MO, of course) and there,
one can watch The Great Russian Ballet,

or probably more accurately,
a Russian troupe, headed by someone
whose lamb chops are dusted in

Thanksgiving flour.  But the highlight
of the evening is granddaughter
in the aisle, lockstepping with a stage

full--the Doves of Peace, the Waltz
of the Flowers.  She raises both hands
into a blossom above her head

and I feel her left hand circle
my right to complete the move,
never blinking, never dropping concentration.