Naked Ballerina
.
Under the cool Summer’s rain
fluttering as if a dryad’s
pixie
‘mongst the Oak and fern
cooling from the heat
and beaming
me
eve’s ballet
turned tremulous
‘pon mine me
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2015
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