in her boots
she is on firm
ground. they make
her rise high
with a flattering
curve. black
or red, it doesn't
matter. she is
on the runway,
the cat walk,
she's in the
parade, the head
float moving
slowly down main
street, watch her
smile, watch
her wave. watch
her cut to the
front of the line
to misbehave.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
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