She’s dancing in her backyard
to music of her own. . . and
She’s dancing because she’s happy
and she doesn’t want to stop, And
she’s smiling and there’s a prayer
on her lips of joy.
He’s watching her, captivated
because her spirit is contagious. . . and
He’s smiling and whispering to heaven
"God, she’s amazing."
And she sees him
and an unspoken understanding
lights both pairs of eyes. . . and
then they’re dancing. ismene 11/97
