Dance

I woke up 

jumped out the bed 

spinned into the kitchen heard my mother turn on the radio

as I heard the beat I recognized it was my song

my mom started cooking breakfast 

she yelled go dance where there’s space

I sprint across the hall and zigzag into the yard

as I stepped into the fresh cut grass I saw a 

shallow 

the shallow started following my moves 

I tried to look for the person but as I stopped it stopped 

looking around I saw from the corner of the eye 

this lady with a white dress 

I told her come come she came 

we moved like an artists graces