Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Prima Ballerina

Here is your overture
Orchestrated grand entrance
& exaunt
this stage
Littered with thrown roses 
petals they've lost


There are some convincing moments
when lips meet meditatively
there for that moment 
when lashes flutter
before the eye
darting off
towards future blocking
greasepaint lighting
swan song
and final
applause


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