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~Fall
2005~
Rehersal
Rehearsal
The lights are absent. Seats empty,
upright, a thin film of dust
on the metal edge. On stage they
warm-up, stretch muscles in
from the cold. They support
themselves on bars, these
young girls dressed individually,
chimera-clothed, comfort over
style. A well-dressed man
leads, motions the orders given
in the French. Words they follow
at the ring of a bell, but
with more grace than any dog,
cygnets at play before the night
where they will mature, bloom
into rats, soldiers, and sugar-plum
fairies. We stand there in
the darkness, dust-mops in hand.
Work can wait. We watch
the raw movements, relaxed
examples of beauty, the real dance
because success is for the self.
Accomplishments aren't seen, they
are covered by the new come salt
and sand. We finish working when
they take a break, all of us
content with unknown satisfaction.
artwork
c2005 Pepita
Selles "Pepita's
Tulips and Ballet"
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