Thursday, April 21, 2016

Goodnight, Sweet Prince

1991

The bend on Valley Tarn road.

A vacant lot.

The house would come soon.

The materials were there, beside the hill of churned Georgia Red Clay.

Atop a plywood "stage," a young ballet dancer choreographs.

The duet of one.

For an audience of only herself.

For hours.

She spins, she twirls, she loves

A Man she's never known.

She dreams...

To "Diamonds and Pearls." ...

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