For Monday - Floral Dance

Dressed in white, we danced through the streets of Fowey. Onto the Esplanade, the little girl who'd joined us tired out. So I picked her up and carried her on my back as we danced.

In the Bar

The DJ moved between decks
in glasses and a sweater.

Oldies, newbies, everything
toe-tappingly gorgeous.
I wanted to dance.

She took my hands
and we butt-bumped
across the hardwood floor.