As Lorna falls across Freddy, and Bernadette,
who grew up in a rainy village of one factory
in upper New York, a schoolgirl toed and twisted
into a witty and bold motor called a ballerina,
lifts her leg comely—Sonia, red bandana
holding down her raven oceanic hair, once
on her toes in the Johannesburg Ballet Company,
floats with elegant arch. Sonia’s fingers point down
like swans piercing the lake with hungry eyes.