tall steel ladies
dance across the prairies
lifting lines
charged
with deadly voltage
their whirling skirts
frozen
to never thaw

other ladies in other places
hide
among trees and roofs
lifting lines
with heavily bangled wrists
their silver tiaras
and slender waists unnoticed
skeletons of metal

Miss Martin loves tiger swallowtails on purple blooms, hunting cucumbers, playing with chords, and absorbing wild stories.