Velvet Lady Amulet
Walks along the parapet.
Strident steps, without regret,
Wonder what you want from her.
Timing, lightning, de rigueur
Deep connection, as it were,
Following Chemin de fer.
Coup de grace, De Grasse, De Gaulle
Misty snowflake in the Fall.
Inner ache from something small,
Rips and rakes, then kicks the stall.
As if nothing to do with you,
Though tests the lining of your shoe.
Toes fit snuggly in boot.
Down the road, from stem to root.
Now high-stepping, as if you know,
Where darkness lies in afterglow.
In plain sight, but eyes averted.
Bridge washed out and route diverted.
Point of pride cannot withstand
Within Arms reach, a helping hand.
Moving now, in single file.
Then pause, reflect, after awhile.