Local Happenings ~

One morning on the steps
in front of the Court House
three shreds of paper
were dancing together
in perfect harmony
in drafty circles
of crisp spring.

Such secret one-time rituals
need no one to see them,
they rather wait for moments
when no one is looking.

But yesterday in a back yard
on Locust Street
I thought I saw
a ballerina in pink
pirouetting
her arms held bosom high
fingertips almost touching,
her head thrown back
slanted toward me, smiling.

After passing I looked back
but saw only a tree
shedding cherry blossoms
as if they were leaves.