She is dancing with the wolf moon in her back yard
with perfect pirouettes, tiny translucent feet tap the
earth’s frigid platform ending with a plie in the glow.
She howls at the owls, she laughs at wind and waits
near the lamp post for her partner, a quick reverse
turn, a nod to the moon until she finds what she
is looking for.
Suzanne Nielsen writes poetry and flash fiction in the twin cities of Minnesota.
