Isabel

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The last time I saw her,
She was playing in the ocean
Spitting her ire,
Like spitballs
At the fish and
Occasional weather aircraft.

With every bit of strength
She gained, another god
Hid behind her cloud skirt.

She saw everything
With her one big eye.
From islands she wanted
To squish to the people
She wanted to watch scurry
Like ants, frantic to escape
A magnifying glass.

We beheld her windy gaze,
Waiting for it to whip about,
Throwing trees like a
Child tosses Legos
In a tantrum.

She dances on white caps,
Ready to step on homes
Like they were
Origami napkins,
Sitting on a massive table.

She screams her
Soliloquies
To the waves
That, in turn, imparts
Their reviews to
The distant beaches.

Where will she
Finally stage
Her premier?



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