I down my morning coffee with its dash of luscious rum and with loose warm limbs grab my grinning kid in her fuzzy foot pajamas and one size too small sweater and we dance like giddy girls twirling through a cha cha world of Charanga Cakewalk downloads where sunbeams stripe the wall and she shouts "shadow Anna!" as we slip through strips of light shaking our maracas like crazed bumblebees in flight.
2005-01-27
shadows dancing