Dance Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Dance

She told me before dance in a bank
“I hear youths are sad, why is that? ”

Her face-skin the sand-hill of desert
Her sea-eyes white; full with waves

She was there; freshly dressed young
All set was for snow; for rain or slush

Music on radio; I listened and liked it
As dancing I moved me; she joined in

Line in bank turned disco; in waiting
Everyone, workers to clients smiling

“Texting youths miss a life of joining”
I told her honestly “Simple is uniting.”