The Dancer

day 062.

She opens not her mouth
But her arms, to gather
The ether around her.

Moving boldly under stark light,
She looks into the shadows
That see not her glowing face.

Then, turning sharply away,
She leaps into the ether
That is calling to her.

Finished, she lays herself down
On silken and sinuous limbs,
Still, a solitary lover.

Catherine Ross

Catherine has been writing poetry for about 10 years. She enjoys traveling and experiencing other cultures. She lives in southern California with her extended family.

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