Hair that needed combing
leaves embedded in complicated entanglements
she was a wild woman
from beyond the snow line
She was a call for-herself unto-others
wolves in the yard loved her too
fate barely keeping them at bay
where they chased after deer along the shore
Like the fog on the horizon
a Marilyn Monroe archetype
her assets drew followers
though caller ID said she was from Nigeria
The legend of scam was a hearty pudding
drawing emotion like a troop surge
so onward rode the six-hundred
into the jaws of financial transfers.
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