Now that I am finally getting on to writing the reviews I realize I posted a poem here by Robert Vasquez and left out line nine! So, here it is again. He's so kind he didn't mention it!

Elegance

Elegance has its lightning too, its jagged
dance that ebbs late in the evening, slightly
vexed by a high-heeled partner and her unrepentant
smoke, her waxed legs ascending like heat.
All night I've wanted to unlock some lost
octave that frets about this and that, mostly
that: the guitar's tightly wound chords
my fingers would register and release. But
this middle-aged campaign for elegance
doesn't pirouette like wind in the orchards;
only the frogs start up in the canal's
orchestra pit. What's left is this stunned
self-portrait, irregular and estranged,
a fifty year old man anxious to tango.

This is from BRAILLE FOR THE HEART (Momotombo Press 2007).

I highly recommend you order it. When you do ask for an Errata sheet. Vasquez has one he can send to you as well.