Dance Practice
Every morning in the sports park,
behind the men's room,
under the open trees and sky,
an old Chinese couple
practice their line dance lesson;
she next to him,
side by side but not touching,
their steps so perfectly matched,
I hear the count in my head:
one, two, three and four;
over and over,
their movement in such synchrony,
that in the quiet sounds of morning
the neighbor's power saw
biting into wood
the killdeer calling to her children
their dance so measured,
I hear the music playing.
