My head is always
too full of songs
and of her
to put anything else in words.
Sarah.
Yesterday
we were listening to
bossa nova jazz
when she said
"We should be dancing."
I agreed; she belongs with music.
I haven't danced much,
I don't even know how to waltz,
but all the steps we took
were right.
I want her to know that.
Her steps are perfect,
all of them.