High Heels
She is no longer young
her calves strain
to be shapely in high stilettos.
She carries herself carefully
hips tilted
above an always sloping floor.
Aloft the pumps
a life mostly in step with yesterday,
yet something in her style
still tilts at timeless windmills.
On balance
a lady of fine & courtly aplomb.
A woman to be admired
for her unsteady grace,
her firm resolve.
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