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 © | Year Posted 2022

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