Little purple swim suit ballerina,
straw blond hair coiled in braids
like a swimmer’s cap, or flying ace’s headgear,
poses, poised oh so sweetly upon the crest of a wave,
her pink innertube a perfect tutu
as she glides right onto the beach —
the spirit of dance, found casually in the surf
on a brilliant summer’s day.
Peterborough Poets 
Sweet. 🙂
I wish you could have seen her — easiest poem I have ever written — she was the essence of cute— thank you