Bolivarian Dancers
Plumes and Platforms
And little fluffy skirts
Yellow and Pink
But mainly Pink
Plaited hair
With golden ribbons
Pink patent boots
Higher than the knees
Pink boaters
With ostrich feathers
Tall stately
And faintly ridiculous
Corsets tight
Luminous
Glittering gilt
Ruffles on the plates
Dancing, swirling
Onlookers watch
Not knowing the boredom
Not seeing the people
Spectacle
Impersonal
Something to photograph
Do they mind?
Do you ever ask?
Posted: Sunday, September 29th, 2013 @ 3:04 pm
Categories: Poems.
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