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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Your words do a pirouette too. Lovely.
lovely flow..U r a dancer