zora's dance. i admired her dress she got when she was 3 months old. i noted 
the fat band aids on her ankles, admired her fashion sense. so while the adults talked, 
for me and the dogs, she danced.

the scowling downstairs scholar clutched his baby and pushed the air 
with his stern vibrations in the slow fading light.
after registering his scowl, and mid-lament,
i turned my camera on and watched the dance.