The Subway Gazelle

 

She glides

She leaps

Head high above the crowd

then hidden again

long black tresses

flutter with her speed

and the tunnel's wind.

As the subway gazelle

Glides then leaps

properly positionint herself

amidst the riders

of the rush-hour train.

©Inkfeather 2001 

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