By Amy Thomson
Cells buzz like sky wires,
she keeps dancing, never tires.
Through grey rain, her feet turn blue,
smile stained, nothing new.
She dances through the city streets,
kissing everyone she meets.
Twirling down the interstate,
swirling home, it’s getting late.
Finally, her feet meet sand,
ocean gateway to homeland.
Her battered feet begin to heal,
delicious moment’s peace she steals.
She pirouettes into the waves,
home at last, she is saved.