To the Dance

Foot-steps fall
Down patched streets that
Wind around
Quiet homes where the
Bright light of
Snapping fires casts rays
On elegant elms
That squat in well-
Pruned gardens. While

The sudden pat pat
Of feet echo and I
See, faintly,
Her dancing with
Him?

Posted as part of an interesting prompt night at dVerse, where we are directed to create a poem using only 44 words, and that must contain the word, “dance.”