Little Girls Play with Fire

They dance
delicately on the stone
with silent black feet
and
pointed toes
like
naughty jesters
devil children
with the command of fire
balanced within their hands

Such sweet noses
they have
young eyes,
chins,
ears
bathed in the flicker of flames
fluently
linking their bodies
in and out
of the confines of risk

A piazza at night
their improvised stage
beneath the arched façade of an ancient library
passerby people on pause
their audience
their inspiration
unknown
to us