he danced not with the stars

but under the stars.

while others did the shag and something that resembled the jitterbug,

his arms flapped,

his elbows moved in and out as if wings,

his legs hoisted him up and down

on that one small spot of dance floor he claimed for his own.

he obviously heard a different rhythm,

and he danced to it with huge tenacious enthusiasm.

two women linked arms with him and began doing a modified can-can kick,

urging him to join them

but he did not succumb.

not for a second.

he bounced and flapped danced on,

losing himself in the music he heard, moving to the beat of his own drummer.

watching him dance

was worth the price of admission.