she glided by as silently as the night
a starbucks in her hand and starlight in her eyes
her silent grace played like a symphony
her symphonic crescendo the stuff of dreams
she moved as owls swooping for prey
dark on dark
her quiet power radiated like an oriental whisper or a native american sunset
as she glided by as silently as the night
I marveled at the casual precision in which she moved guided by bat-like radar
as she passed, the shadows and the cacophony of the city closed behind her
as I slurped my latte
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