LYRA ANGELICA: FOR MICHELLE KWAN
For wings that glisten, mystery
to others' stumbling feet.
We wait and watch, so clumsily.
Oh, wings that open worlds, wings light,
that spread in waking joy,
that fly across the ice in liquid flight.
One with the music, lost in timeless grace,
the skater spins our dreams
of wings; glides weightless, bodiless.
We forget her strength, her skates are steel--
as on these deathless, breath-light wings
our souls fly freed; this dream made real.
Mardelle Fortier is published in WHITE FIRE, a book from Finishing Line Press.
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