New Mexico « Sara Fryd

Ballerina Dance

The ballerina twirls

With such silent joy

The sun has come out to play

To warm the wisps of hair

Left loose to fall

Down the back of her neck

What beauty, pink ribbons

Crisscrossed about her ankles

Barely blushed like her cheeks

As she spins to music [...]

They say you pick your friends to be a mirror

Then I must have a side that’s warm and free

Look at me in navy skirts with parochial blouses

Long flowing skirts in flowers of spring is what she sees

For all my shyness she’s outgoing, an explorer

Where my weaknesses lie, she becomes strong

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Denim blues on fences painted

Ready for a party

of skulls & wooden angels

Hung on nails, left to wither…

Adorn the roadside

where we stop to buy chilies and beer

Just past the right turn of the Rio Grande.

Purple blue mountain ranges

divide horizons

Pointing North [...]