Touch o the Irish-like a banshee wailing
or a She-Na-Gog uncovered in a bog
she wails the wild Irish wind
when she opens her heart mouth and sings
Thin as a reed,now an elder,she
has always shared her stories
so they might sing with her
Solitary as a colleen /wild haired and willing
now she heals in Chinese herbs,and singing
comes only when the season lifts her into the sky
and rains inspiration upon her.Tonight she hears the wind
within -she steps up -her arms an orchestra leader
and she conducts her inner storms and lightning strikes
twice-for she is absolutely rich in this -electricity
rises energetically from her raised arms as she
channels every part of her being into wisdom
shared momentarily,then slumps back in to her chair
where she resembles a smiling wise woman
until those winds return again-and you can still
hear her singing...
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