Just like that
It blew in and blew out
Leaving behind
Traces

Just traces
Of life
Space
Dust
And tap shoes

They were the kind
That were shiny
with the pink ribbons
Every girl's second grade dream
Clinking down the hall

To dance class
With hopes that
She would be noticed
Complimented
On style and form

Where they came from can only be guessed at
They wanted to belong
To that one
The one with the blonde pigtails
And slightly awkward gait

Pick me
And just like that
They, and she
Vanished

With the wind