her hands float on voyages
out past the reefs,
under the stars.
her hips sway,
the breeze stirs
grasses and fronds.
her heels clack on hardwood
staccato and sharp,
her hands weave castanets.
she wheels around campfires
scarf twined round her waist,
hair flying, silk floating,
her eyes flashing sparks
in the mirrors sewn into
her bodice.
she rides on the tears
of a violin moaning.
her feet slap packed earth
deerhide wrapped hammers
keep a heart beat on drums.
she crouches she springs
she twirls on her toes.
her arms reach out
to gather in the world:
a firefly, a fairy, a bird
a story, a lover, a ghost
she escapes from this world
stretches a hand that invites.
but forget about shoes,
i need some wings on my feet.
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