She slices through the air,
perfect and proud -
beauty frozen in time.
Forever young and smiling,
the wind changing pleasantly in her face
as she embraces the air, guiding others
down the path that shines so
clearly,
to her.

It has a certain appeal.
Her path has distinct purpose,
and direction, yes -

but no life, no
spontaneity.

May I never move with such security.

07/16/2005

Author's Note: Topic from Paul Lastovica, as a image:

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A LONG time getting this one to come out as I wanted.

Posted on 07/16/2005
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