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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Theodore M. Wandzilak

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Midnight in Moscow

Near midnight–
The Bolshi ballet
Maya Plisetskaya
I saw her dance
Perplexed by
Her incomprehensible mystery

It was midnight of her life
And the Russians buried her in red roses
Upon the stage she alone owned
This prima ballerina
Drowned in the warm red blood of these roses
Her figure
A white candlestick
Melted in this hot blood
As all of Moscow cried warm waxed tears