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