The woman was belligerent, arrogant and rude.
Almost nasty, full of vinegar, indignant fortitude.
Please settle down, he said to her.
Trying his best in his patrolman way
To let her know it was not the end of the world.
On this wonderfully sunny day.
She bit and clawed and spit and kicked.
And this was just through the window of her car.
He asked her to please settle down, but she went a bit more far.
She wailed and screamed and screeched and hit.
He did not quite know what to do.
He had never given his wife a ticket before Tuesday
And now he had given her mother one too!
Rough and tumble
Playing tricks and having fun
Picking on pig-tailed girls while
Tromping through the snow.
Boys are like that, yes they are,
Full of vinegar and mischief too.
Climbing trees and falling down
On unsuspecting human beings.
Picking green apples all day long
To munch until their bellies cry,
Rolling in the dirt with laughter while
Finding bugs to chase the girly-girls.
Rough and tumble they may be,
But when harvested men full grown;
Brothers are loving, loyal and protective
Turned into strong good men through and through.
Previously Published: Shattered Moonbeams 2016
Magnificent red and blue streaks followed her swift descent over the ridge
Into the bowels of the unsavory graffiti-laden under bridge,
Wild hair girl patriot is how we referred to her here in Elridge.
She is feral, footloose, untamed, and full of vinegar. Tamed? Not a smidge.
When did women begin tattooing their beautiful bodies with so many black inks?
I watch her multi-colored hair fly behind her as she bicycles into the sinks.
Her tresses are yarned, beaded, flyaway in a distorted pattern, with many kinks.
Brave tenacity and determination to look so unlike her ancestral links.
There goes that crazy out-of-control Jones girl, a man with an absolute type mind, says, his voice a sneer.
I smile as I watch her, then I blow her some kisses, and say I am so glad she is living here.
She is teaching us to be ourselves, and live our lives. Her independent spirit deserves a cheer!
I walk away satisfied that my apt reaction to his silly comment is abundantly clear.
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