that’s her right there, do you see?
awkwardly dancing around, but happy,
in her pajamas, the shirt holey and the bottoms frayed and
worn thin, almost to translucence
and her feet socked;
the left one has fallen into a purple puddle around her ankle.
she dances (to her own merry tune)
and she laughs, and her red hair twirls around her
a dancing dancing flame.
she laughs, and her eyes laugh too
she laughs, and it makes me happy.