Dancing in Las Vegas
One day my sister appears
at an Art fair
near the Scituate farmland
When I see her she is sitting
in a wheelchair,
her body wrapped in a shawl.
Swollen knees with brown
leather braces. She
whispers, I cant dance now.
She shows me an old picture
of the two of us, we were
standing near Santa Claus
downtown in the fifties.
‘When the Winter comes,
I think of [...]