like gramp's deep chuckle when I press my ear against his bib-alls...
crescendos introduce
the wind section
followed by plinks and plashes
of sweet-smelling rain
forte to fortissimo
the torrent arrives
scrubbing the air...
revealing earthworms fishing tomorrow if gramp's knee don't ache...
hot, wet, wild
this Chica
spins and sways
flipping her skirt
snapping her fingers
dancing over the Antilles
flirting with disaster
until, as women do,
she stops to rest
and falls asleep
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