The Gift
Someone gave herthe gift of dance
and an ear for
rhythms
both obvious
and hidden.
You know her:
she's the one
swaying in front
of frozen entrees
at HEB, or
shimmying in her
car at 38th and
Duval, or
toe-tapping in the
post office line.
You know her,
and she knows joy.
| -- | Nancy Taylor Day November 13, 2002 |
