Ballerina Dance

Georgia O’Keeffe, The Lawrence Tree, 1929


A ballerina twirls

With silent joy

The sun has come out to play

To warm the wisps of hair

Left loose to fall

Down the back of her neck

What beauty

Pink ribbons

Crisscrossed about her ankles

Barely blushed like her cheeks

As she spins to music

Only she can hear

Cascading from the heavens

To uplifted arms

That envelop her with passionate moves

Escalating from pirouette to twirl

To twirl, to twirl

To twirl…

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