En Pointe
misty miss - standing en pointe
on the blur edge of childhood
waiting for your alternate
self to replace this now
vanishing flimsy former –
open to others’
sense of your
potential –
bidding
sweet
adieu
to the
you
delicate doe
just now tiptoed
with whispered bucolic
synergy spinning across
the stage twirling you
whirling you into
woman as
you leap
with
pounding
heart and
flushed
cheeks
landing
into the
dance
again
and
again
clear
crisp
