how the ballerina gazes offstage in wonderment

and leaps, arms leading, toward castles

beyond the velvet curtain.

 

I know she is only breathing quiet and quick in the dark back there

until her next entrance,

but I will remember the moment she made me believe, made me imagine

ancient stones and the belts of princes

and what is underneath said belts.

 

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