Orbit Skate Center
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Heart of Glass cont'

At the invitation to enter,
the brunette took a seat, after executing a dazzling pirouette,
and ending with a featly fouette.
She ad curvaceous panache, and not just a dash,
All of which established, she was no grisette.
As unorthodox, as it may seem,
it gave visual pleasure to the extreme.
Even for a seasoned private eye, this was a dream.
Blondie was muted; as he faced the skating queen.
What was the problem, for this, would be skating team?

She had a voice that reminded one of charlotte.
An illusion so strong, he wished for a serviette,
to occupy the hand which was not recording,
this tale of tragedy on the trail.
The request for aid was reinforced with refulgent smile.
Against fate's will, he would do more, than just rail.
Stainless steel wings upon the trail for miles,
until the search prevailed.

Out upon the trail she had lost a ring,
Could he retrieve this golden thing?
It had adorn the queue on the trail, this morning.
After the skate there was nothing.
The results of her frantic searching,
produced not the longed for; belonging.
To under take this quest would be a kick.
Searching the trail was just his lick.
The assignment; a pandoran pick.

Some skate to find a dream.
Others skate to forget a queen.
All looking for the pathway,
to the place where they are keen.
For some queans, all pathways are unclean.
However for this distressed lass,
he had a Heart of Glass.
The skate would last,
until her grief graced a fourchette,
and the sorrow; was a thing of the past.

Heart of Glass pg. 3