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Princess
A Princess
walks
on Hastings street,
presides over
thigh-high
boots
regal
atop
4-inch heels.
Legs almighty
challenge
cold and danger.
A car
grinds
to the curb.
She climbs
in beside
a brutal chauffeur.
Noblesse oblige
disappears -
missing in the abyss.
An Eagle
flies to guide
her final procession.
~ Composed by Mary Duffy
(For all the women at Hastings and Princess streets in Vancouver)
previously published in the Carnegie News
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