Swan

One of the most poised and graceful women I know turns 30 this month.

In her honor, Mad Whip and Mr. Mr hosted an elegant dinner party.

Even before the Brazilian feast was served, we started shaking and shimming our bodies

to the DJ's superb selections. 

After dinner, someone absent-mindedly made a wreath

 from the olive branches scattered on the table.

By evening's end all of our heads were crowned

 and I saw us for what we were: 

a gathering of goddesses, celebrating one we adore.