Voyages on Sunny Days

He set out like a Modern Ulysses. Always
Leaving. Skipping plans and
Waves that, at times, push up against
His bare boat as
He moves along. He

Skips along the sea. He
Happy only at the far-off sight
Of rain clouds. Thunder that
Threatens.

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.”