One tiny pink ballerina
spins softly silent
up on her line, pink umbrella
steadies her muted
display, as the crowd
she does not see
points aghast-
Why?
It’s all she knows
to do.
Reblogged from Tiny Poemadoes.
October 14, 2008, 1:49pm
One tiny pink ballerina
spins softly silent
up on her line, pink umbrella
steadies her muted
display, as the crowd
she does not see
points aghast-
Why?
It’s all she knows
to do.
October 14, 2008, 1:49pm