My father toiled by day and danced by night.
Come the evening he put away his steel capped
boots and donned his patent pumps.
His favourite book was about dancing and he lived
for the moment the band began playing. Then he
was transported to another world.
He danced through all the decades of his life:
young, learning, to suave, elegant and knowing
and finally to breathless inactivity.
Now I know where he is dancing: on air, on clouds
and around the sun, the glint and gleam of his
patent pumps sparkling off the moon and making the
stars at night.
Joy Leggett © 2000
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