Fingers, hands, arms, lips, and eyes move together
in a graceful ballet of American Sign Language.
Until the man says something that angers the women.
In an instant, the ballet becomes a head banging rock concert.
Fire flies from her eyes as her hands become knives,
slashing and cutting through the air.
Her anger lasts only seconds as he reaches out
to touch her shoulder. She stops. Waits.
He apologizes. The two, signing, move together
in a slow dance of unheard music. Hands touch,
connect, as they turn and slowly walk away.