It is a condition of balance in darkness she hopes that she is born anew as she pivots into a pirouette like a child's whirling top fading tension in the ball of her heel
'til down she bows to the boys watching she feeds the center square like Christmas all warmth and glow with grace as delicate as a ballet dancer there.
They are silly boys, she thinks in search of magic and a mermaid's tale as if every girl is about a boy and words woven in lavender would fall like kisses from her lips
