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Eugenia Z.

Dance Studio

Rushing up the stairs from the T,
Scurrying across the street.
A mass of people, each going their own way
Hurrying fast, every day.

I’ve crossed this street,
Traveled this square,
And waited for this “walk” light to come on
Hundreds of times, day after day.

It’s cold out, but arriving at this
Beautiful Bostonian building,
I feel warm.
Dancers walk in and out with their hair up and bags over their shoulders.

I walk through the enormous marble lobby into my studio.
Slanted sunshine comes in through the windows
Hitting the floor and illuminating the room,
Airy and light.
Putting my hair down and hair up,
I hear the music from the class next door and am ready to dance.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2011 EDITION]