The May of rain is here again,
With little to no whisper,
It came as it always does,
I do not dread that it did,
But I do fear that one day,
It may not.
Summer heat,
Summer sweats,
I'm just glad for some relief,
Not from the summer heat,
Nor from the summer sweats,
But from the COVID hits,
And COVID deaths.
She moved her feet, tapped her toes, jumped and spinned. She danced when she could, when there were people and when there were none. In the day, on the afternoon, at night.
She believed-she knew, that someday she won’t be able to move her feet, tap her toes, jump or spin-
Dance.