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For Summer
I’ve watched her now
in many of her captive walks
from here to there.
And I have memorized
the subtle music held within
the easy striking pattern of her gait.
And I am left to shake my head
in wonderment.
She does not seem to know
the power of the lulling image she carves out upon the air
as she, in studied silence,
glides along her paths,
of how she eddies supple marvels in her wake.
Nor does she notice how, as she,
with shoulders squared in grace,
all hushed intensity, and focused strength,
strides on,
the day and all its light gives way
elated and in startled gratitude
before her balanced dancer’s step.
in many of her captive walks
from here to there.
And I have memorized
the subtle music held within
the easy striking pattern of her gait.
And I am left to shake my head
in wonderment.
She does not seem to know
the power of the lulling image she carves out upon the air
as she, in studied silence,
glides along her paths,
of how she eddies supple marvels in her wake.
Nor does she notice how, as she,
with shoulders squared in grace,
all hushed intensity, and focused strength,
strides on,
the day and all its light gives way
elated and in startled gratitude
before her balanced dancer’s step.
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