swallowtails dance at her feet • waxwings join her chorus • her creek stained toes defy the constraints of civility • wild figs and dewberries are her jewels • the muscadine vine her crown • her hair yields to the benevolent east winds • she delights like a child and feels with an old soul • she forages for misfits and edge walks between worlds • conformity is her greatest fear and joy her greatest indulgence • a joy that unravels the tightest of knots • a joy unfettered by the weight of convention • a joy that flushes the cheeks and stains the lips • a joy she carries in her pockets, awaiting a passerby to share it with.