The Last Dancing Girl
Cowled Head,
Wrapped feel,
Skating on ice in the courtyard.
No dancing is allowed.
Fling your arms about!
Make your garments flow!
No one will ever know,
You are the last dancing girl on the street.
Copyright © Kim Stone | Year Posted 2022
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