Intimate Portrait of an Unnamed Woman

The hurricane was her coroner,
classifying her as dead in the water.
The wind had placed her in an
unreliable witness protection program.
The flooding had buried the ewe,
birthing a lioness.
She had gathered wool for years,
and now pulled it over the eyes
of her hungry captors;
her bleat became a roar.
With her past wiped out by nature,
her future, by nurture, was made possible.

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