There goes Wild Woman,
head way back,
just grinning at the sky,
sploshing through the ice and slush
as if it were July.
Her boots expose her knobby knees;
she'd better look around.
While she is talking to the trees,
she just might fall right down.
She says good morning to the crows
who are making such a din.
She's all adrift in wonder
at this miracle we're in.
The beauty of this planet
and the gift of one more day
fills her heart with feelings
that are much too big to say.
She's looking at a world
that's just as pretty as you please.
There goes Wild Woman grinning,
freak flag waving in the breeze.
