she walks one speed
fast
in spite of a long torso and abundant curls
you'd think they'd slow her down
her shoelaces would catch the wind
her feet spin small tornadoes with each step
her stride subdivides space
her pace changes the weather
from sunny skies to dust bowls
rainbows flung off towards the heavens
no one and nothing slows her down
we watch her disappear into the distance
and wait for calmer weather.
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