Set the scene, dim the lights
the show is about to start
Open the curtains, quiet now, watch
a child dances and flits
carelessly across the stage
She trips and misses a step
crashing to the floor
the dress was too long, not made for her
The Prop Master walks onto the stage
carrying in his arms a gown
of soft cashmere and lace
They exchange costumes
a perfect fit
As she begins her dance again,
her hair becomes unpinned
loose curls flowing freely
The dance is beautiful
she dances no longer for the crowded audience
but as herself
for an audience of One
April 12, 2007
Thursday, April 12, 2007
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2 comments:
BEAUTIFUL poem, girl! I love it! You should become a poet someday!
haha someday. I kinda already am. I just need to get published!
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