Flyings
She lifts air in her bare hands
plays with its eddies unfolding.
She parts space
with her gleaming smile
caresses musical waves
with strokes of her hands.
The Ballerina
takes to the firmament
lands pillow soft
limbs extended
flower-straight;
her movements a perfect clef-
flight without wings;
buoyed by nothing but her angel smile;
making a path
in crystal light;
butterfly deft
on the stage floor
in mid flight
while hands
rise high
in theater air
voices raised
convinced
ballerinas
really
can fly.
Crescendo;
arpeggio;
staccato;
the music ends
and she pirouettes
up through Heaven's Gate
star-dust
in her wake
and flyings
landing deep
in the aesthetic unknown.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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