She entered the cemetery,
And ran a finger
Casually
Along the top of a tombestone
As she passed.
The chill night air
Blew back her short red dress,
Blew through her long red hair,
As she lifted her face
To the full moon
And smiled.
She stepped over
A tipped and broken headstone.
Stopped at the next,
A pristine marker,
And sat
Her shapely bottom down.
She pulled off her heels,
Stood
Throwing the shoes aside
And danced.
