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her pirouette in silhouette

from my balcony

on many a night

I sit and watch

a wonderful sight

across the way

a retired dancer resides

music will drift up

from my chair

I can watch her silhouette

on closed blinds

a private show

she does bestow

unknowingly

gracefully

the shadow is gracious

ageless and annonymous

the movements glorious

I benefit from the exercise

to feed my romantic side

just to watch and fantasize

her pirouette

in silhouette

This poem was written by mary hazen on Aug 10, 2007.

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  1. soma sundaram says:

    Your words do a pirouette too. Lovely.

  2. Cunning Linguist says:

    lovely flow..U r a dancer