I watch silky pink ballerinas
play drifting games.
Most pirouette downward,
bed themselves thickly.
A few rebels drift far away,
seemingly bobbing, gyrating
to rock-n-roll lyrics -
until the breeze
they are drifting upon drifts away,
tempo changes once again
and they slow dance
to the ground, make way
for summer green.
by Margaret Bednar, April 23, 2014
This difficult challenge is for "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Out of Standard - Invoking the Goog" We had to type a word into google and use the words in the order they appeared (but they could be separated). My word was drift:
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