And they scattered as she stumbled through the gleaming square
A black and white movie and her red satin shoes stained by rain
Dress trailing on the silver lined pavement, tendrils damp to her shoulders
Plumes of misty feathers rising in a low flustered cloud above her head
An elusive snowy feather passes ghostlike through her fingertips
If she stayed she could join them, a being unbound and limitless
Stand on tiptoes, shake off her bleak encumbrance to the release of a star studded sky
Exchange pearls for billowy white wings tumbling each strand to the floor
Watching them disperse like tiny burdened worlds as strangers grasp them
Yes, she would join them, soar this urban mess just once then look away
And they would whisper in hushed tones when they found her vanished
A mystery they could never fathom by looking earthward when all that remained
A pair of red satin shoes in the square