Breathe Me

Posted: December 7, 2011 in Poems
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She’s mesmerizing, each movement
quick, crisp, clean. Seated in the back
I can feel her energy pulsing. The stage
vibrates with electricity. Twenty others,
but my eye goes straight to her. Music
pounding, I’m on the edge of my seat staring.
I don’t blink.

Dark hair swings as she changes
formations. Sharp shifts from one motion
to another make others seem out of sync.
Lackadaisical is not in her vocabulary.
No wonder she is the leader, the one
people strive to be like.
She is a dancer.

Copyright Danielle Meeker 2011


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