Comic by Dan Smallegange, all rights reserved, copyright 2023.
The Writings of Daniel Car Crash. Poetry, fiction, comedy. Copyright Daniel Smallegange.
There she was and standing tall
Dancing under the pine trees
In the moonlight
The night was cold and brisk and clear
And my glasses were fogging
I wiped my brow and squinted low
Rose to my full height
And realized now
I'd forgotten my dance shoes
But still with a will and desire less brave than foolish
I moved forwards the light
The damned moonlight
Clearing my throat
My sweater felt bunchy and awkward
But there I was and there was she
Dancing under the pine trees
Why are you dancing, I asked
And to what tune?
I dance to save myself and others, she said
The tune is on the wind
Oh, I said
Oh oh, said she
My glasses I removed and used my sweater to unfog
Though this was not recommended, the wool you see can scratch
But what was one to do
Besides I thought it looked cool
And then she paused in her dance
And gazed upon me
Under the pine trees
In the moonlight
Want to grab a bite, I said
I could eat, said she
And so off we went
Away from the pine trees
And the damned moonlight
To an all night diner on 32nd street