A Viennese waltz is difficult in thousand-dollar heels I step into all-weather boots for the soft earth But I smooth the gown that brushes the floor and cross the line that demarcates safety And curtsy to the man in the suit and gold cuff links. Where can I go where I will not be seen? He takes my gloved hand and leads me out To the house where our ally watches To the shining dance floor, an ode to our multicultural careful, controlled, ever aware Understanding and the peaceful state the world that a mistake could mean death or worse Has reached. He smiles, a flash of perfect white There are only two explosions en route And we exchange the regular pleasantries, make small talk but this is war, and there is nowhere safe, especially While waiting for this next dance to begin. for a woman, alone, American, leaving the Embassy, The waltz is strong, structured, prescribed, and doing whatever she can to stop the destruction But I know the step, who to look at, what to say, This is your glamor, in these dirt roads And how to move the pieces. I can look and these dark houses and these Innocent and naïve and easy to push around, but I can streets piled with garbage and the blood of the hated Still play this game. So tell me about how our countries I have to fight this without Will always be allies and mutually showing my hand or breaking Interested and show me your dance character, so I slip on Technique refined by years of a costume and avert my eyes in Diplomacy, and I will smile and nod my head in innocent inexperience. I have moved another piece.