For today’s prompt, write a sevenling poem, a 7-line poem that features two tercets and a one-liner in the final (third) stanza. The first two stanzas should have an element of three in them that can either play off each directly, work as juxtaposition, or have no connection whatsoever. The final line should work as either a punchline, weird twist, or punctuation mark.

Dancers: A Sevenling

This one flounces and struts across the floor
like a peacock, her black pants stretched thin
by round hips, her lacy top holding breasts firm.

That one glides on hardwood like a swan
on a peaceful lake, her neck long and poised,
her mouth pointed and silent—like her eyes.

I long for the song of the common nightingale.