Someone’s daughter loves to dance. Any unheard music seems to do, and any partner. The table’s shimmed leg attends her lifted heel. She gains a peek beyond the windowsill.
ballet slippers
pigeon-toed
beside the bed
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by Charles Hansmann
Sea Cliff, New York
first published in Frogpond 31: 1 (Winter 2008)
Sea Cliff, New York
first published in Frogpond 31: 1 (Winter 2008)
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