The Ballerina Just before the break of day she woke from dreams of grand jeté and knelt beside her bed to pray. Like a feather, then she rose and slipped into her warm-up clothes to dance in silence on her toes. Evening and the house lights fell. Curtain up! she cast her spell— a story without words to tell. The Dance of Life Performance of unending grace, the dance of life proceeds apace to rhythms played throughout the years, transcendent music of the spheres. Exquisite movements intertwine, their choreography divine; a work in progress, parts for all, the never-ending curtain call. Subversive Rhyme The censor swings her iron fist and pounds your name into her list of those whose verse is not in sync with what their fellow comrades think. The cultural pronouncements state that written word must celebrate our workers and their noble cause; you may have broken several laws. Your poetry is at an end! It might pervert, it might offend! Yours is the most pernicious crime: potentially subversive rhyme! On a Country Lane... A country lane, the storm had passed, a gentle rain that did not last. One summer’s day the rarest sight ‘midst bales of hay, a brilliant light, most precious gold, no soul can spend, there to behold the rainbow’s end. Joe Tessitore is a retired New York City resident and poet.