Mr. Lee danced everyday
in the public room
of the senior home,
close changing and chasseing
with a partner light as a dream.
For an hour in the morning
and another before bed,
he never failed to box step
to the music in his head,
the sweet sweet tunes
that resurrect joyous images
entombed six feet in lead.

 

Written in response to the Daily Prompt: Pick Me Up
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