The Artist

Mr T.            bareheaded                            in a soiled undershirthis hair standing out            on all sides                            stood on his toesheels together            arms gracefully                            for the momentcurled above his head.            Then he whirled about                            boundedinto the air            and with an entrechat                            perfectly achievedcompleted the figure.            My mother                            taken by surprisewhere she sat            in her invalid's chair                            was left speechless.

Bravo! she cried at last            and clapped her hands.                            The man's wifecame from the kitchen:            What goes on here? she said.                            But the show was over.