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My Dance Card’s Full By Patty Butkovich Gautier MS
When viewed from afar, she’s gorgeous Her face a swirl of fluffy white clouds Gliding so gracefully round one dark eye Beneath this guise of innocence - A Jezebel’s demonic strength.
No one waits for the party to start! Her dance floor is slowly cleared As big lumbering paint chipped working boats Beside sleek polished pleasure craft big and small All decline her attempts to seduce.
This wanton Jezebel dances steadily over the water Rebellious, intimidating to those in her grasp One slap of a long watery arm Snaps lines, rips cleats right out of a deck Smashing with fury relentless into the seawall unyielding.
All seek to be wallflowers now, As she swirls around the once straight pines Unwilling partners, they twist and turn and bow to the ground Splintering in the roar of her wild embrace This harlot’ll have her own way as long as her strength holds out.
It’s gloomy down here in the closet ‘neath the stairs The hands on my watch seem reluctant to move As a furious Hurricane Isabel, rages around outside. She could lift off the roof with just one little flick Of a long, dark, twisting, frenzied finger.
Then it all abates, quite suddenly, in the vacuum of her eye Each cautious step outside is taken as though She is hiding, watching, ready to start her wild dance again.., with me. The house has suffered a few scratches and bruises And she has spared some of the trees, but not leaves or limbs.
There on the leeward side of the house I spy a tiny gray bird. It’s very still and so calm. It appears unhurt, but doesn’t fly from my touch.
Stay put little bird ....
for we’ve seen only half!
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