around 9:45
to weave our way around
tarps blankets feet
to open space
behind sound booth
where crowds are walking back and
forth
to get food
or find their spot
and then we dance to the setting sun music
might be blues
or rock
or celtic
or bluegrass
it doesn’t matter
we just dance by ourselves
or in a group and we
watch the parents
with children and remember when we danced here
with our one-year-old perched on my shoulders
giggling ringlets bouncing in the
last rays of the day
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