It is light, and dances airily
It bounces and plinks on piano keys
drifts and heightens through the mastery of strings
It moves, shifts
transposes;
never landing, merely brushing the ground then
rising
(!)
hovering
(...)
ever without trace of descent
It captivates (pressing gently to accentuate)
The Highest Points
Breathe clearer, easier;
Glide with the beauty of the sensible
It is essence, and purely
spins present-seeming damage to memory, absolving fatigue and unrest
The bloom of leaves, red velvet in texture
(seeming so misplaced on desolate urban sidewalks)
bursts more vivid still
its location grows appropriate
(and pleasantly surprising)
even after so many passings

It passes, presently-
(sadly, crushing)

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