If I remade a man
From bone and blood
It would be Gene Kelly,
Whose shoes slap atop slippery
Concrete, crude and course yet
Bitingly bittersweet, blended both
With wet waterfalls from rickety
Gutters, and his great gift for gazing
Starry-eyed and serious, silly and sweet,
Laughing at those he meets on the street.
If I created a dream
It would be a scene
From a kicking and singing musical meme
And everything the above implies, applies
To me:
I’d sing in the rain
And dance through the pain.