She glides on air, this flittering bird,
Mere
inches above the flickering footlights
That
sparkle and sway as she swishes about
In
butterfly fashion, charming the crowd.
Stealth
is her enemy, whispers unwanted.
Best
to gain conquest of every ear.
Accent
promoted by flirtatious gestures.
Senses
of subtlety never allowed.
Friends
who adore her cling to each word.
Strangers
are friends who she just hasn’t met.
She
is the magnet, the shining example
Too
fit, too humble to ever be proud.
So,
hum little hummingbird. Sing to the masses.
Kiss
every petal that brightens the room.
There
is no sentinel tracking your purpose,
No
reason you shouldn’t shout out loud.
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