she felt dance aching inside her bones
a dappled primeval egg trembling with some Paleocene winged fury

she enlisted in a brownstone dance school 
classes and days fell into their own brownstone tempo

she got a second job bar backing
on her feet in sensible shoes before insensible louts

she sat exhausted on a parkbench
watching a leaf en pointe

she didn’t show up for class that night
or ever again for she had met Master Wind