the dancer

the  dancer   
class   is  over   the  teacher
and  the  pianist   gone.
but  one  dancer   in  paule  blue.
leotard  stays.
to  practice   alone   with   out  music.
turning   grand  Jetes.
through  the  haze  of  late afternoon.
her  eyes   are  focused.
on  the  balancing   point.
no  one  else   sees.
as  she  spins  in  this  quite  .
made  of  mirrors  and   light.
a  blue   rose   on  a  nail.
then  stops  and  lifts.
her  arms   in  an  oval   pause.
and  leans.   out.  a little  more.
there  in  slow  motion   upon   the  air