It’s hard to tell when sadness is allowed 

when buildings impede sunshine 

on railroad tracks below 

but travelers are just happy to be moving. 

It reminds me of searching for lyrics 

on a cassette insert and finding 

I rather liked my mistakes better. 

We danced to many mistakes 

to the tune of our frantic hearts. 

He had a beautiful analogy about dancing 

with me being like shuffling with cattle. 

Moo, I say, smiling and wiggling.