Delightful the Gait
The girl in me pirouettes without care,
allowing hips' gait on the blue of rocks
as lush wings reel and orbit from nowhere...
O my toes click, a magic that unlocks
a host of robins slip-sliding away
in a meadow which airbrushes the night;
when birdsong echoes low, " be young...good day!"
Till finally, my jives end with delight.
9/4/2019
Line Gauthier's Swagger Contest
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