Pachelbel’s Canon Plays
I’m as tall as the kitchen counter
My black and white leotard has pandas
And I’m a prima ballerina
Leaping off living room furniture
Life tastes rich
I pick up silk scarves
Spin them in the air
Twirl
Move with the sound of strings
Staring outside at the backyard pine tree
Through the window in this Southern California suburb
I envision greatness
And weddings
Brides and ballerinas
My sixth birthday
Knows perfection