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Royal Blades (Free verse) by Dovina

She steps from floor to ice. Racing blades swish with Jordache tights. Thighs push, right arm swings, left hand fixed behind her back. Approaching the turn, she crouches low, chin up, close to the blocks, right skate over left. Centrifugal surge, male eyes observe. It’s a rebirth out there on the ice. If only the poetry bunch could see her now.

amanda_dcosta 4-Sep-06/12:59 PM
Hmmmmm , Nice scene..... and if only the poetry bunch could see her now? wow.




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