Flames climb
a stage of pines.
A troupe of ballerinas adorned
in scored silk skirts
of luminous reds and gold
reach to the night sky.
The chorus line pivots
and leaps in cadence
with the rhythm of the wind.
Dancers pirouette
in mindless unison focused
on their hunger.
Brilliant costumes obscure
charred blackened feet
while eyes are drawn high
to watch the vamp of graceful fingers
beckon in greedy destruction. ~~Judi Van Gorder
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