Keith Langdon

Brayden's Recital

Bring down the lights.
Huddle before the claustrophobic stage.
Lower voices to a hush.
The curtain rises at the stroke of the wand,
and in monochromatic splendor – she appears!
Quiet gasps fill the room
as the dance begins – acappella.
Supple limbs stroke the stage
with fluid twists and rapid pirouettes

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