Woman Poem by Kim Schoer

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.