looking happy — him happy.
The steps, his magic
in his dance, his dazzling yes.
to be push groomed from the street.
Soldiers, sailors, and
their gals, shocked to se him dance.
Those other people
had ben through so much killing.
Today we don’t have
war, or violence. In spring
we bury our dead
with holes in the head. We start
over in summer — finding each other.