“she’s so talented” / vignette

my nine year old sister

tapped for every visitor

to our earliest house.

she’d costume herself

in the latest gear,

find a spot of floor

not hidden by a rug

and began tap-dancing

with or without music,

with or without permission

and with or without knowing why

company showed up.

grandpa died and they've come

to pay their respects.

tap tap tap.

tap tap tap.

it’s the Encyclopedia guy!

tap tap tap.

tap tap tap.

it’s crazy old Agatha from upstairs!

tap tap tap.

tap tap tap.

it’s the freakin' egg man, for chrissakes!

tap tap tap.

shuffle hop step.

tap tap tap.