right way

Of course it catches the sun.  
 
I can feel it flashing  
on my neck! -  
 
it taps  
just above my collarbone -  
silver clip of collar "o" -  
where only the worthiest leash might go.  
It taps,  
tells me  
to stand up straighter  
and reminds me  
that if I'm not at least  
gently smiling  
I'm forgetting something.  
 
Grace -  
though it is not at all graceful for me to have noticed this -  
my grace is growing,  
trailing where I go  
like ripples from rowing  
over a river of glass.  
 
Or wearing  
near-four-inch heeled boots  
and feeling like liquid  
even over the sidewalks  
bruised and bloodied  
where roots tore it up  
and spring rain kissed it better  
and puddles shine up  
as I come by  
in my raincoat,  
collar,  
well-fit jeans  
and heels  
 
walking with such love  
for the way I'm going  
I'm nearly skipping to class.