She Moves (Sonnet)
Her body bends to the melody like branches in the wind
Swaying in chord
Back erect and stiff like wooden boards
She stares into the next move
Fruitioning her fluidity
Her feet slide across the floor like a summer breeze in
kitchens when screen doors are left ajar
Her hair spins in pirouettes like the top of jars
Have you ever seen the little dipper?
Bet its nothing like the star constellation in her pupils
Dressed in black leotard
She’s a leaping galaxy
Her mind flowing and free in a gallant kaleidoscope of color
Her routine reaches a climax at the music’s crescendo and
from her brow sweat pours
Now her heart demands an encore.
©Brion Gill 2013
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