On a day long ago …
I found myself in a poetry group…
I decided to walk about and look around…
It was a new group only a month or so old…
I would throw caution to the wind….
It was that day you look back upon…
And you know it was a turning point…
Oh yes it involved a woman…
Wild by nature filled with all the subtleties…
Of an approaching storm filled with intrigue…
All the while you are the kite in her storm…
But then that is why all the meaningful storms…
Are ones named for women….
One’s you can never forget…
And never truly regret…
I am still recovering from such a storm…
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