3/21/2026 (c)
She was some girl!
She ran barefoot
through the neighbor’s yard,
trapped bees between her toes.
When her Brownie troop
went horseback riding,
she watched— outside the barn fence,
her foot—encased in bandaging,
swollen twice its regular size.
She didn’t complain.
Much.
She forgave the bees,
after all, when their stingers went in,
they died.
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