The absent girl

by Liz Trew

Gossamer-light she steps out
visible to those who watch her dance

lifts an unseen globe above her head, turns and tilts
her dervish whirling flares her skirt

drifts to the window, presses her cheek on the pane of glass
moves away, wraps herself in a cloak of hair

I reach out to ask her name
but her eyes tell me she’s gone away.

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