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
Ballerina Flyings
to me
mesmerizing.
She lands
somewhere deep
in my forever memories.