By the city square

To the stage

a man

invites others towards him

To dance by the food trucks

In tune with his step

The song starts to play

Another man, long sleeves, button shirt

Sweaty. Overweight but keeps up the dance

Young, a job in the city, but never a flirt

Father drops him off, mornings in a trance

Government job but shirt scuffed with dirt

Always late, always rules hes trying to skirt

Step, step, he pulls up his pants

A woman, not tall, brings her daughter

Friday in the city, she wants to reach her

She follows the steps, trying not to falter

Doesn’t move often, an awkward saunter

When they ask, she sends her kid a fiver

She doesn’t stop to think about their father

Step, spin, she thinks, start the washer

He’s thirty or so, from the states

Data science, one of the tall towers

Across the world, with no mates

Joined the dance, put down his flowers

Feet in rhythm, mind on the dates

He wanted a ‘his’, to be an ‘ours’

Left foot, right, then he waits

An older man, watches, near the back,

Then joins step in step with the rest

Knows the city, in and out, every track

He dances, feet misses many steps

Backpack on him, never left his back

City taken too much, no second to lack

Step, and stop. He leaves arms at chest

By the city sqaure

Off the stage

A dancer

Thanks the crowd

The food trucks stay open

The city keeps dancing

All the different songs keep playing