A bench, somewhere.
Autumnal sun falling.

Tripping.
Oh, the mumbling!

Restlessly, to envision.
Tirelessly, to believe.
Beyond, above.

Will dress myself up,
ballerina kind.

Can't dance,
so I am told.

But I can act
upon the music,
like in Bremerhaven.

There are horizons
to draw.