A family.
I say it constantly,
But it's true.
The magic happens
Above us and
Surrounds us.
Each bow
Glides in sync,
Air whistles
Through oboes
And bassoons boom.
A blanket of stage smoke
Pours over the edge
And dissipates into
Thin air.
Tip-taps of toes
Click above us
As ballet skippers
Skate across the stage
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