in a hat created from a fuschia scarf
with three butterflies perched
where there was no space,
I samba too rapidly to the finale.
a half dozen bracelets
encircle my arms,
my heels are high enough
to touch euphoria.
each step makes me an icon.
each hat makes me immortal.
“my heels are high enough
to touch euphoria.” <<– THIS! Oh my goodness I fell in in love with this particular expression! Adri xxx