I saw you dancing to the beat of your own tune. You were strolling down
Main, and waiting to cross towards Auntie's, 2pm Saturday 4-28, shaking
your long pretty curls and big backyard with reckless abandon. Your spirit
was gleaming and your joy... infectious. Me? Too shy to cross the street
and ask what song was in your head. Afterwards, I found myself humming
the "Safety Dance" and wishing I were brave enough to invite you to the
park for a roll in the grass.