Sunday, April 27, 2014

Sky ballet

You drive.
I'll lean my head against the glass
and watch this bright blue stage,
the tiny ballerinas,
dressed in palest yellow,
pirouetting by the footlights;
the larger dancers gliding with slow grace
in puffs of gray across the set,
circling round,
then parting for the great reveal:
the spotlight's up,
and now we see
there's been a costume change --
the prima, clad in rainbows,
leaps her grand jeté across the stage,
a moment's flash of color, and then
gone.

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