Pink and light as flamingo feathers
Floating on the hot air current
Above the creamy white radiator
Along the wall where they wait

One at a time
Little slippered feet
Soft leather soles
Across the worn hardwood floor
Little arms clad in white
Reaching skyward

Beyond the window panes
Night begins to press against the glass
Cool air a twilight blue

Pink tulle fluttering up and down
Smooth faces but gleaming eyes
One at a time
A tall teacher in black and blue
Gliding to and fro

Breath like a puff of smoke
In the night air
Fogs the window
A blur of soft pastels

Starlight begins to speckle
The cobble stone street
Until the droplets run into pools
Of warm yellow light
Cast from the studio lamps within

The hallway door opens
Mothers collecting their daughters
Young and yet unguarded
Coats over leotards
Home to dinner

Night has fallen
The evening walker strides
Through the street
Pebbles crunching
Boots and stone
The yellow studio
Shrinking behind
As the stars swell above
Home to dinner