Savants

There’s a group of beautiful women
all playing violin around a hotel pool.
It was a cheap one just out past
a small casino in the greater Dayton area.
I just happened to be drinking from a flask.
They barely even had to ask and I was down
there with no room key and no socks on
just my bare feet and the ground.
I couldn’t figure out their sound.
They were an untrained quartet
of savants that had a nature for bluegrass.
The oldest among them was the leader
of the band and at the end of a song
she reached out and took my hand.
The eye contact that followed went
on for several minutes when she finally
admitted she’d looked deep into my destiny,
and saw that everything would be fine
by the end of the summer.