Today, a childhood poem in honor of my grade school classmate, Kathleen O'Callaghan, on St. Patrick's Day.
The Tinikling and Irish Stepdance
—curtal sonnet
Although I was born in San Francisco,
I spent a handful of years as a kid
in Manila, where I saw lithe dancers’
feet dodge in and out of clacking bamboo
poles in triple rhythm. Age 9, I moved
back to San Francisco, where teen dancers
bopped to the Twist and the Mashed Potato.
Each St. Paddy’s Day, Kathleen, my classmate,
would perform at school the Irish Stepdance—
crazy footwork, arms held still. And I thought
of bamboo beneath her prance.
—Draft by Vince Gotera [Do not copy or quote . . . thanks.]
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| Photos of Tinikling dancing from the Philippines
and Irish Stepdance from Wikipedia. |
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