it’s almost like she’s dancing–
a final performance, an encore,
a bow at the end of a long day
a curtain closed over pointed toes
and years of stretches and early mornings.
it’s almost like she’s dancing–
a twist, a dip, head up and eyes closed,
swaying to music nobody gets to hear,
graceful at last,
the creaking floorboards her stage.
it’s almost like she’s dancing–
but she’s not.