Over crowded
Crowd over
She looks down
Moving
Like shoes hung
From an overhead wire
Doing pirouettes through The clouds and distant sky
Shadows play tug of war
With her silver steps
Like a possessive wall
That’s cemented in thin air
She floats along the path
Of hidden glory
The measurable beat
Drowns the thumping heart
The step won’t change
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