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  • Aging Ballerina

    ...And then after soaring
    many years on the tip
    of your feet,
    the agony of your limb begins.

    Bones cracks; you moan
    Body odor begin to reek.
    Useless to clear it
    Impossible to heal.

    The body weeps ceaselessly
    as rain weep on wilted flowers
    as the hail stings the bare face
    Impossible to calm.

    Toes throb from
    cruel point-shoes
    Veins on fire
    persecuted knees
    long for white
    cloud of comfort.

    Paralyzed mornings;
    magical evenings
    yearning for
    the delicious ache
    of soaring unconscious
    in sublime delight
    under blinding light,
    on hard stage planks.

    Oh, Ballet,
    give a break
    to aging ballerina.
    Heart palpitating,
    broken bones

    Aging Ballerina

    ...And then after soaring
    many years on the tip
    of your feet,
    the agony of your limb begins.

    Bones cracks; you moan
    Body odor begin to reek.
    Useless to clear it
    Impossible to heal.

    The body weeps ceaselessly
    as rain weep on wilted flowers
    as the hail stings the bare face
    Impossible to calm.

    Toes throb from
    cruel point-shoes
    Veins on fire
    persecuted knees
    long for white
    cloud of comfort.

    Paralyzed mornings;
    magical evenings
    yearning for
    the delicious ache
    of soaring unconscious
    in sublime delight
    under blinding light,
    on hard stage planks.

    Oh, Ballet,
    give a break
    to aging ballerina.
    Heart palpitating,
    broken bones
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