He slips on his favourite jacket
bending his elbow
at an awkward angle
to complete the look

Dancing in the street
a bucket-list item ticked off
he doesn’t care who sees
he never misses a beet

The root of his being
he was born to dance
to perform
the world his audience

The ground shakes
a bone-rattling tremor
he digs his feet into the ground
stands on his tip-toes
doing the thriller.