Note for My Singing Teacher
But your funeral filled two church halls.
Tom playing for you, still wearing his coat.
the school jazz ensemble playing you out
like you planned.
i don’t lament over things.
i’m not worried about the Swedish haircut
or even the incident with the door.
Sorry never does any good, sorry,
but I forgot to dance in the aisles
better get hit in your soul
when they clap the clap
syncopation with a sax.
I forgot to dance in the aisles
so by the church on Church Road
I listened to the clapping
Zita wore chilli lipstick and danced
without thought, without weight.
You could say she danced for all of us.
by Amy Barnard
Taradale High School