Six Dancers All In White
In my room late one night, I caught six dancers all in white.
In tutus, flowered caps, and tights, they twirled on tiny pointed toes.
Seeing me, they froze; those living dolls..... mere porcelain again.
A 2011 oldie for 'Your Best Sijo' Poetry Contest; submitted Sept. 23, 2021
Sponsor:William Kekaula
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011
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