(The Beautiful) Mrs. Lee

SHE APPEARED SEVERAL TIMES
AT A SLIGHT DISTANCE
TAKING TINY STEPS
WITH CAREFUL RESISTANCE,
QUITE A SIGHT
ON SUCH
ROCKY TERRAIN,
UNLIKELY TO BE THERE
I WONDERED JUST HOW AND
FROM WHERE SHE CAME,
BUT THIS IS A TIME
WHERE UNUSUAL CRIMES
AND ANTICS ARE PRIME,
I CONTINUED,
NOT QUESTIONING
OR TALKING
OR GESTURING,
JUST CLIMBING
EXPLORING A PLACE
NEW AND FREE
OLD WORLD HOUSES
AND HISTORY,
THEN CAME THE DAY
WHEN THE WIND AND
THE RAIN
WERE MISTING AROUND
AND THE STREETS
WITHOUT SOUNDS
GAVE FORTH
THIS LADY,
CLOSER AND SHADY,
SHE WAS COVERED
FROM HEAD TO TOE,
WITH A HUGE
UMBRELLA HAT:
IMAGINE THAT,
HOLDING ON FOR DEAR LIFE,
AS I APPROACHED
SHE STOPPED AND WAITED
AND SPEAKING CLEARLY
HER WORDS WERE DEARLY
AND ALMOST NEARLY
IMPOSSIBLE YET SWEET:
“BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL
AND SO BRAVE”
IT WAS QUITE A STRANGE
THING AND WAY TO BEHAVE,
I SMILED AND WALKED ON
SLOGGING ALONG
AS IF AN ANGEL APPEARED,
IT WAS TOTALLY WEIRD,
BUT SHE WAS NOT DONE
WHEN THE TIME HAD COME
TO MEET ME AGAIN,
AND CONTINUE HER WHIMS,
SPEAKING HER MANTRA
AGAIN AND AGAIN:
“BEAUTIFUL” SHE SAID,
YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL”,
I THANKED HER
LIKE A CHILDISH TOOL,
AND WONDERED WHERE
SHE LIVED, WALKING AROUND
IN SATIN SLIPPERS
AND SHINY COATS
WITH A LOT OF ZIPPERS,

Mrs. Lee
 
THEN ONE DAY
SHE AWAITED ME,
STANDING SO QUIETLY
UNDER A TREE,
AS I APPROACHED
THE SUBJECT
WAS BROACHED
OF HER NAME,
AND OUT OF HER POCKET
CAME A VIAL OF LIQUID
HANDED TO ME WITH
HER GLOVES,
“YOU MUST TAKE THIS”
SHE SAID,
STANDING CLOSE
INSTEAD
“IT WILL MAKE YOU FEEL
JOYFUL AND LOVED”,
SHE POINTED TO MY
FOREHEAD
AND CHEEKS WITH
A SMILE THAT
WOULD SEEK A RETURN,
AS I THANKED
HER WITH PLEASURE
A SMALL KIND OF
MEASURE
AND CARRIED THE
GIFT TO MY ROOMS,
WONDERING WHAT
KIND OF FOOLISHNESS
LOOMED, I OPENED
THE VIAL AND TOOK A WHIFF,
NOT VERY MUCH,
JUST A BIT OF A SNIFF,
ALMOST AFRAID OF HER SPELL,
IT WAS ALL SO ABSURD
AND NO ONE TO TELL,
I WONDERED ABOUT MY LIFE,
THE MESSAGES COMING
FROM ALL KINDS OF STRIFE,
AND WHO WAS THE
WOMAN, (THIS MRS. LEE),
AND WHY DID SHE FOLLOW
AND PICK ON ME,
IT SEEPED INTO MY DREAMS
AND WAKING STATE,
HOW TO INFORM
UNDERSTAND AND CREATE
THE MESSAGE SHE SENT
WITH BUOYANT
STRONG POWER,
STAY STRONG AND
BEAUTIFUL, HOUR
BY HOUR, AND NOW
I LOOK FOR HER
DAY AFTER DAY,
WONDERING WHAT NEXT
IT IS
SHE WILL SAY!

©J.W. WINSLOW 9/1/16