Open Window Ballet

Sheer white curtains

blow out into the rain,

each water stain

a mark of grace.

Wind moves like breath

so they float on air

like part of a dancer's dress.

Out the window

car lights blur in the rain.

The curtains flow on

with their arabesque.

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