afternoon poem, october 27, 2015

The great room is almost empty in the early afternoon

The girl stands alone in the middle of the shining floor

Silhouetted by the light from the tall, west windows.

.

She spins, arms aloft, and thinks of the evening to come

Her first dance

Men and women and her young friends

Will walk, arm in arm, up the lane between the ground lanterns

At twilight.

.

This room then will smell of evergreen

And the music will lift the very air

Lights will sparkle in crystal and in dancer’s eyes

And she will fold herself into the arms of her friends

And be lighter than air.

Copyright 2015

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