the dancer i grew up with

i remember

him

doing the twist in the basement

as we drank

cokes.

then two people

held up the limbo

bar,

and then

it was school dances,

then

clubs

and discos.

swing and ballroom.

he could dance them

all.

and at last

it was country

with his big cowboy

hat,

his new Texas boots

sliding

across the floor.

may he rest peace and be

dancing

forever in

the clouds.