Concert Floor By Nichole W. 2002 Crochet and lace murmur In an artificial breeze Black chiffon skirts bellow Like a cloud, swaying Tent like sleeves form Drapes of mystique All of this balanced on Six inch heels With ankles... begging To stop twirling And hands... begging To stop crashing tambourine And voice... begging To stop singing, screaming. Up against full moon Until a final bow And the gypsy, Can return To her Floor.