Paris, Dance: 1940

There was a dance once,
danced by a short man,
danced with great joy.

And as he jigged
his wee mustache wiggled,
dancing its own dance,
dancing lightly on his face.

He danced with news of victory,
danced awkwardly on the street.
Perhap he dreamed of Paris once,
dreamed of dancing in Paris,
dancing in the clubs at night.


Donald Zirilli
1992