Our Twirling

Maybe been spending too much time staring at the great light in the sky of
five card stud, Jupiter holds three aces with a smile every time
the sounds ring true through the grimy toil of workers crawling home
without you, without the high tide and all of its teeth  reaching for
things of no concern. It doesn't matter if everybody else has done it
her left hand outstretched, "oh this is how an Orca's teeth  feel like on 
rainy days, late in the afternoon when the little bit of light that
leaves the anticipation of thunder, Jupiter's drummer
came beating the rhythm for our twirling. 
and yes I will never know who you are