Quietly, Percy lived

on Section 1in an Eastern

Montana dugout,

listening to crickets

and meadowlarks, a lonely

conversation on windy plains.

 

Lively, Allie wanted

to dance, and joined her cousin

at the Richey dance.

Allie – with California beaches

in her genes – swung her hips into

Percy’s arms, that unsuspecting fall night.

 

Leaving the brutal January winter,

Percy lived up to his promise

and traveled to Long Beach,

stealing away his Dancing Queen.