Tap, step, tap, step
The staccato of the dancers’ feet beats
From movement to movement
The music carrying each twirl and lift
Skirts fluttering in the breeze
Then they bow and scurry away
Only to freeze in position
While the music comes to a crescendo
And all the ballerinas fall down
The chorus line straightens again
The mellow strings play a waltz
And the dancers form a loose circle
Preparing to present the primary
Her grace, the coquette one moment
The villain, the next, she kicks and leaps
The stage is a whirl of pinks and whites
The audience sends their appreciation
As roses fly through the air at the dancers’ feet
