Changes

I’m at Swan Lake in Boston where Nureyev is the guest star. The ballerina steals his magic at the end. She’s on her toes, feet moving in tiny circles, arms crossed, fingers beginning to flutter, head bobbing. The air is electric. No one moves. No one coughs. No one breathes until the curtain falls.

betrayed
she’s again a swan
flowers 
pelt the stage from those
who have felt the same

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About the Author

The haiga, haiku, haibun, and tanka of Pris Campbell have appeared in numerous print and online journals.  She also has placed or had an honorable mention in a number of competitions. A former Clinical Psychologist, she lives with her husband in Southeast Florida.