The Dance

Written by: Zera Masters

tiny girls
stand in a ring of sunlight
hands clasped
dresses starched for sunday
taking a cue they begin stepping in their circle
counting inside
music weaving them in and out
tiny girls, tiny shoes, tiny steps
watching each other
soon the giggles begin but the dance continues
finally to the ground they go
overcome with glee
on their backs
they watch the clouds.