Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
She dances the flamenco
Green dress red lined
Watermelon pretty
Lush and fat
Just like me
I sigh
Older than the rest
Just like me
I gasp
Her feet stomp with rhythm
With rage
Lucia,
I think they call her
Lucia the loud one
The fierce one
Dress sweeping above her head
Eyes holding the audience
Fixing you in place
Stamp stamp
Swing
Sear and back again
She tells a story
With her feet, hips and hands
The castanets rattle out their applause
And so do we.