Gene Kelly’s voice danced lightly on the cool breeze
Singing in the rain
Over the wall of the Lycée Francais
As I walked my dogs
I recalled my dream
From the night before
Of dragging my body across a busy street
My legs lifeless
Asphalt embedding itself into my palms
I knew there was an easier way
But couldn’t come up with it
I saw a man in a wheelchair and thought,
That makes sense.
I continued to drag myself around
Damn my upper body looks good.