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A Dancer's Wish List

A stage that doesn't let you slip,

A teacher who doesn't crack the whip,

Shoe laces that don't come undone,

An instant way to know if you've won,

A judge that's kind and fair and wise,

A solo dress to catch all eyes,

An honest friend to help us out,

A mother who knows what it's all about,

Magic curlers for magical hair,

A way to somehow dance on air,

A team that always stays on task--

Now really, is that too much to ask?

The Class

6:00. Empty floors. Dark mirrors. New socks, tight shoes.

And stre-e-etch. Muscles stirring, yawning to life.

Music. Pounding beat, eager feet, left and right, moment of flight.

Pause. Breathe. Sweat a little. Gulp water. Laugh.

Dance. Push and leap two three and on your toes and spin, and point and cross your feet and turnout...very nice.

Pain. Throbbing blister, aching arches, limp, stretch, dance again.

Rhythm. Like thunder....no, like an earthquake. Missed a click, mind the beat, watch that turnout.

8:00. Mop forehead. Gather things. Zip sweatshirt. See you next week.