Black Meat
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Coryphee
She balances on the tips
Turning without toppling
In a game of pretend
Aware of the audience
She glides, she floats, she flies
Carried by a song
And powerful legs
She dances across time
Into the hearts of piety
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