Inside the Lines
They arrange in rows, vibrating,
calculating the first move.
Decked each in bright colors, look at me
look at me, hi mom, do you see
sunlight glinting from glinting places
around a hundred faces, flush with nervous
waiting, and watching for the signal,
and it comes with raised arm and a sharp stroke
down, and down the rows the thunder rolls,
and so begins
the first movement.