I recall his feet
in tasseled loafers dancing briskly
in perfect rhythm across the stone
a big band in the yard.
The feet looked unfettered
and that makes me so
long since his fettered soul has gone.
His was a prior class
taking its rhythm in quarter beats
that still I listen for.
The next class comes
and what more can I do
but dance for them
as once he danced for me.