In a soft morning light

I’m astonished to see

a mass of red rose petals

rain down on my lawn.

A flock of strange birds

hover in my Magnolia tree

chirping, “Take The A Train.”

I can’t tell if I’m dreaming

or awake, but I take my cane,

and drum to the beat on my

freshly cemented sidewalk.

I do my very best Lindy Hop.

The old lady across the street laughs,

snaps a photo and applauds.

I take a bow.