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.

Yet

I continued to drag myself around

Thinking

Damn my upper body looks good.