The lion dance

The lion danceA deep reverberating bass announced his arrival, then a crash of cymbal.

A man in a blue silk jacket led the way. A friend? His master?

He pushed into the crowd of children. They squealed and clapped with joy

He welcomed their delight

He pushed into the school gym crowd

They tumbled onto him. A boy rode him.

And then he was up. Was it a lion truly?

Or men?

He ran and danced

And spied the cabbage and oranges. A sign of luck for the new year

Happy year of the horse. MLK school