Allow who you wish to be
to dance
with who are.

Let fantasy
and reality
in a way
that dazzles anyone
and everyone
who attempts
to find
the crease.

Let the choreographer
in you
fall in love
with her audience,

Let the elm tree
be windswept
at last,

Let the child in you
greet the daybreak
with a kiss
so crowded with longing
it could shatter even
the fugitive shame
of a yet

A poem for a friend
on his birthday.