Butler Pennsylvania 38
Local Happenings
One Morning on the steps
in front of the Court House
three shreds of paper
were dancing together
in perfect harmony
in drafty circles
of crisp spring.
Such secret one-time rituals
need no one to see them,
they rather wait for moments
when no one is looking.
But yesterday in a back yard
on Locust Street
I thought I saw
a ballerina in pink
pirouetting
her arms held bosom-high
fingertips almost touching,
her head thrown back
slanted toward me, smiling.
After passing I looked back
but saw only a tree
shedding cherry blossoms
as if they were leaves.
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Local Happenings
One Morning on the steps
in front of the Court House
three shreds of paper
were dancing together
in perfect harmony
in drafty circles
of crisp spring.
Such secret one-time rituals
need no one to see them,
they rather wait for moments
when no one is looking.
But yesterday in a back yard
on Locust Street
I thought I saw
a ballerina in pink
pirouetting
her arms held bosom-high
fingertips almost touching,
her head thrown back
slanted toward me, smiling.
After passing I looked back
but saw only a tree
shedding cherry blossoms
as if they were leaves.
Next Home
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