The Dance

Hopeful and happy
lips Plush Pink
New shoes—high heels
she waits.clouds5

Sun sinking
shimmers slide
down Day ends.

She window-watches
with dry lips, eyes wet.
Hot breath on cool glass.
Driveway empty.

Stuffy inside. She
needs air. Gentle
breeze blows—
her feet ache.

Where’s the music?
Dusky dress. Heels
slide off—Cinderella?

Front porch
steps slick
feels cool, damp
House dark—empty.

She leans back
with deep breath
not waiting.

Moon? Hidden.
Stars? Only one—
alone also
as she waits…

Copyright 1994
Sharon Palmer

Copyright Library of Congress May 1994

**The above printed material is copyrighted, is registered with the Library of Congress and is the property of Sharon Palmeri. Permission is needed before use. Thank you! *S* **


About Sharon

Sharon Palmeri received her BS degree in English and journalism from Indiana University Northwest and IU Bloomington. As a published author she has taught in all areas of writing for 20+ years, and has had over two hundred articles and stories published in magazines and newspapers. She freelances as a ghost writer, editor, book doctor, publicist, and publication consultant. She also has worked as content editor, adviser and book layout designer.
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