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Thursday, February 11

Stiletto Music



her high heel stilettos
tiptipped in the concrete and
cold of night;
she streamed by like traffic lights
and found herself running,
she had trained herself
for flight
in case it was necessary,
even on stilettos;
especially on stilettos,
(this is a true story)
running for the utter delight of it
on a night so cold
that the wind struck at her bones
through a big faux fur coat,
she had wings of manic thrill
as the blood stirred and trilled
through a body tense with joy;
nights like this were alive,
nights like this she invariably spent alone
walking alongside the highway;
their faces, in the reflected headlights
from rear view mirrors,
impersonal and blind;
deaf to the music
of heels skipping in the echoes -
city night faun.

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