Bright orange skirt flies past open eyes
A salsa dancer, whom all the crowds approve
Her hands twisting, twirling, up toward the skies
Her energy fills sidewalk grooves

Her eyes are brimming with singing intensity
Heart whirring to her steps
Her dancing is known in Miles City
Because around the world her body shleps

She steps carefully, but still flies
Thoughts race methodically ahead
She is a flame dancing nimbly by
Skin a golden brown, mixing with the red

As she twirls down the rust cobblestone streets
Still in the minds of everyone she meets.