Girl with Wings.

she was an anxious child
each motion an abrupt dance
cut off by the one that tumbled after it
and there was grace in it
an explosive jagged grace
the type you see in killing beasts
she was one of them
but young stil
not quite aware of the stretching body
that throbbed with something
a physicist could say potential energy
but a poet,
a poet would see Helen
or perhaps another Boadeccia
a father would shake his head
in awe and fear
at this thing of beauty and power
that rested for a while on his shoulder
but would one day soon
find what those anxious feet were for
she stood
with fingers flying
hips jutting and swaying
a thousand photographs in a moment
and she'd still escape the frame

this is the power of the young
all the propelling tomorrows
and no heavy yesterdays

she dance stepped back into the car
and shot a straight black streak
down the highway