For Children

Dora Grossman-Weir

Triolet for the Last Dance

9th-12th Grade Poetry Winner

We dance in circles around each other,
our ribs all house the same resounding thrum.
We weave and turn. Caught by a tether
we dance in circles around each other.
It’s easier to be simple and together;
we’re leaving now before our beat is done.
We dance in circles. Around each other,
our ribs all house the same resounding thrum.