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Rollerblading Girl

She glides through the crowds
On her rollerblades
In her cropped T-shirt
And striped shorts.

Her smile tells us all -
It's the whitest of smiles
Against her tanned face
And streaming black hair

And it's the widest of smiles
From the out-of-body
High of rollerblading,
Or perhaps that even

Apparitions need to breathe
When they come to Earth.
And so the people weighed
Down by shopping bags

Lighten up as she passes
And speeds out of sight, a gift
Of pure happiness and,
Like all happiness, fleeting.

 

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