by Amy Wilber

Created on: April 04, 2009

The ballroom fills as lords and ladies enter.
Formality at its best.
First a bow.
Followed by a curtsy.
Hand in hand the dance commences.
A dance society has taught them well.
A stolen glance at each other.
They move to the melodious rhythm of the strings.
Wigs powdered to their finest.
Around and around they go.
The name cards fill fast.
Dressed like royalty they glide.
Captivating envy from their synchronized movements.
A ring of spectators is fashioned.
They are alone in the center.
One final twirl.
One last step.
Flushed and lightheaded.
The dance is finished.
Applause has erupted.

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