Breeze

A quadrille for Dverse

She goes breezing off
In her zephyr jacket
And her gale force shoes
Hurricane clatter of laughter
From her step stepping feet
Tripping out there into summer
Hair moving through the air
Voice twisting back
Bag swinging, making
Her own breeziness,
Her own breeze

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