he’s lithe and alive, slender and spinning
young and supple, a smile that stuns a world
that finds itself applauding while still unsure of
such insistent gaiety, enduring truth telling
he will be heard, he will be seen
the lame foot that finds a way to dance even as
tears may stream behind closed doors yet he
steps out in the sunshine on deck 10 the wind
whipping against his baggy trousers, the thin fabric
of his T-shirt billowing like a sail to dance
as if his life depended on it
we watch from below our silence
only broken by his exuberant cries of
delight – freedom!
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