Woman
her laughter,
deep and hearty
her rage,
quick and fierce
one minute
she was
blackened wild rain
the next,
she was
as delicate as the bow,
pulled gently across
the sweet strings
of a Stradivarious
both,
provincial
and
polished
scared
and
fearless
her flawed
character
and sailor's
tongue
never shied
from the
world
she lived,
as she loved.
BOLDLY
leaning into
life,
untethered
from
opinion.