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As she lifts her gaze up high
Bare feet, covered in dirt
Stands on her toes watching
Them fly
Fingering the hem of her white shirt


Sees the sky black with them
Dancing in formation
Like the group of girls inside
Such fun
She moves her head and hums


She looks inside and sees the girls
And hears the song they dance to
Repeats the steps that
They do
And lifts her arms, pretends


With longing eyes looks inside
Dances in line like they do
Wanting so much, wishing to
Belong to
This inner circle of friends


But he never will and knows it
So in his heart he changes
And words from now on are
His dance.
His images his love, intense.

© Darren White