My aunt and uncle, Ann Etgen-Atkinson and Bill Atkinson practicing for ballet performance
This poem was submitted to Artist's Embassy International "Dancing Poetry" contest February 16, 2026
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Her pointe shoes whisper on waxed oak—a swan’s last breath unfurls in midair. Stage holds her like a secret too fragile to speak aloud.
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