Incomplete

Wordlessly, she saunters in
her expensive self image,
a shroud that blurs her footprints.
Glancing around, she knows,
in a moment, what must be done.
She speaks as she glides by,
calm, impersonal, distant like the horizon,
blank, cool sometimes, and at others,
chilling, she, the original ice princess.

– from “Still, Life.”

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