the way she stood upright
her feet turned out just so.
the clerk asked her if she was a ballerina,
it's not the first time.
she's only a ballerina in her dreams
twirling and dancing, gracefully leaping
and swirling across the dance floor
her hair swinging behind her, her eyes
meeting her audience on every turn,
her eyes smile.
perhaps being a ballerina in her dreams is best
so she can use her mind and body in
other ways like mowing the lawn tonight
and thinking about meteors and stars
streaking through space, and dancing
in her mind.