Two Girls Dancing

My room-mate dances like flame in the wind,

I, like a stiff staff bending;

We sway together with arms entwined,

And do a deal of pretending.

Far away is her misty glance

As she thinks of her own dear lad,

And I pretend I am clasped as we dance,

By the lover I never have had.

~May Willams Ward.

[Photograph taken by Rupsha Sen(!)]