Seen along the East River pathway near Carl Schurz Park, after Winter Storm Stella.
walking the winding
east river path
just after snowfall
a few people
scattered here and there
weak, distant lights
straining to be seen
right where the path turns
i see a ballerina
dancing alone,
seizing solitude,
her arms fighting
the pull of the wind
though she has no audience
empty benches
line up to watch her
and the river reflects
her every move
as i approach her stage
she catches my eye
stopping, for a moment
than completing her pirouette
twirl, bend, twirl, bend, twirl
moving gracefully into the night
no music
just the silence of the city
and the crunch of the snow
beneath her feet
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