Dancers go

Nerves foiling in her belly.
She warms her muscles
on the dark cement.
Listening to a foreign tune of
casted movement she will never learn.

A hushed moment-
a pause, a breath. And then
Hands clapping, the relief of five
as they move away from the light.
And the curtain closes.

The time ticked away,
she is given her go.
24 minutes to be truthful
She is herself, unhindered.
Impossible to hide,
for this one fleeting moment.

The muted curtain revealing,
as familiar music echos in her head.
The arrival of lights.

Whether she is ready or not,
she makes poetry with her body.

She dances.

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