Russian women, she says,
Learn young how to move their hands
She is a dancer
Grace granted human form
and as she swings and sways and flies upon the stage
Each movement plants a flag
and lays claim to another piece of my heart
She is a Traveller
moving through this world
from a place by the mountains
she thinks of as home
Her long fingers and slender arms
dance in a way I've never seen before
Russian women, you see
Learn young how to move their hands
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