Vincent Berquez: My son, the disco dancer

Vincent Berquez

 

My son, the disco dancer

 

He flicks movements in squealing happiness

and turns and falls over, laughs and squeaks,

squawks, stands and sits and strains and rolls,

and moves his little baby legs accidentally

as he leans into his bouncy, bendy self.

 

My infant son, the disco dancing prancer

parades and shifts his squidgy frame frantically

like a jaunty spring-loaded jittery jumping bean

and lands on his bum again.

 

And his happy head swigs the air and eyes dart

around his spinning frame, as he jigs for joy

and bounds, fly-falling onto his rump again,

quickly bouncing to stomp the beat of sound

looking up to me he demands more music.

 

22.01.11

 

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