Dance On

Martha dances
Headphones off or on
She escapes the World
Envy is the worst joke
I have to wonder
If she ever
Misses the clouds
Does she dream
Of dancing feet
Under blue skies
While she awkwardly
Moves her feet and hands
To some unheard beat
“Would you like me to
Turn the radio on
For you Martha”
She’s asked
From time to time
By the sweetheart women
With heart-shaped faces
She slowly nods,
“Just enough so I can hear,”
She softly mumbles back,”
And only they
Hear Martha
“That’s pretty”
With a smile
As they each
Begin to dance to the radio

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