Heels
she is no longer young
her calves strain
to be shapely in tall stilettos
she carries herself carefully
hips tilted
above an always sloping floor
above the pumps
a life mostly in step
with yesterday
yet something of her style
her tilt at times-windmills
has a fine aplomb
on balance
a woman to admire
for her unsteady grace
her firm resolve
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