She clung to the handrails
Near the door
All the way back
Zigzagging in knots
Shining confused
With the sun
Chained to a swing
Piled in drifts
Of faces
Marching on and off
Almost invisible
To the way she
Clung herself
Constantly trying
To get my attention
Like tapping on
A dirty window
And only successing
On the way out
Like a feather on the wind
Breathless in an unfinished flight.
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