I went for a walk on my lunch hour and

I saw a couple dancing in the street

Near the cenotaph

By the bus stop

Where the skaters hang out.

They were dancing together

Looked like they were from a film

He had hair like Elvis

White tee, sleeves rolled

Blue jeans

Black boots-

Her hair was dark in ringlets,

Lipstick was red, dress was black, hem was red too.

They had a radio on the ground

Beside their dropped bags

It didn’t play music very loud

I had to strain to hear

The rockabilly, and

Far louder was the tapping of their feet on the flagstones.

The sun was shining on them

People stared

I stared too

But the dancers didn’t see us

They saw only one another.

 

Perhaps they were ghosts.