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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