Galaxy of one
We looked out the window
to the back yard
where my granddaughter
was imagining life as a ballerina
The summer sun sparkled
on her tutu and crown
reflecting the bliss
in her eyes and smile
Unaware of her audience
she pirouetted in her own world
gently swaying to an orchestra
only she could hear
She turned slowly on her toes
then picked up her pace
determined to maintain her balance
regardless of her speed
We watched her spinning
she breathtaking and we breathless
her costume spreading in the wind
and her hair a flight of glowing copper
She was a phoenix whirling
in the fire and glitter of the day
and ecstatic dreams of being
ablaze for all eternity
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