Stepping Stones

72 poems, something like this:
The Dance
Be advised, she has the right of way,
and this is not your father's Oldsmobile.
And if she buys a dress, on sale, today,
tomorrow, better not improve the deal.
Cookie is her favorite smelly thing.
She can't decide what fragrance she should wear.
I recommend the button-shaped earring.
And then there is the question of her hair.
Her boys recede down academic halls.
On Friday nights the laundry must begin.
Her counterparts aren't any help at all.
Her cooking is delectable as sin.
She is sometimes assertive, sometimes sweet,
and I, in turn, advance, or I retreat.