Bodies trained to translate
a choreographer’s intuitions
(awashed in music)
and costumed to be suited to the themes
move across the stage.
We hope to be amazed
by what we see and hear.
We paid but little
to take-in years of discipline
converging in the dance before us.
When this is over
after we applaud
we’ll rise and leave
and later, talk of our impressions.

We’ll resume our ordinary days
and so will they
and theirs may be like ours in many ways.
They work — they dream.
They laugh and cry and hope.
But we don’t hope to dance again as they.

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