dri z  z  l    e

   the rain was noncommittal                          

how many people had she known in her life who were like the rain   drizzling    piddling  candles quivering at the slightest breath that pushed them  challenged them

she balled her fists and dared anyone who tried to challenge or dissuade her because  comically  she was a woman

she was a woman

Stop!  Put it away!  Thats mans work . . .

Thats man work . . . from her perspective men had little work had few things only they could do

tilting her head closing an eye peering sharply through the other like a hawk the only thing she could possibly agree to was insemination

but like milking a cow they could be relieved of that work  the Animal Kingdom didnt have to be the only kingdom dispossessed of its natural tendency and course  men didnt rut didnt fight to possess harems didnt have to prove their manhood spill their singular blood battling  the survival-of-the-fittest

what were their rites of passage

what remained

siring a child wasnt extraordinary or noble

what remained?

the drizzle kept up scarcely wetting the ground  she watched the plants lean back sway side to side their mouths open their tongues stuck out fierce in their hope to fill their mouths  swallow   and quench their thirst

1314,  Day-between-Two-Ts  Pearl Harbor 75 years later,  7  12. 16

Harry Belafonte  Man Smart Woman Smarter  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7DK_qqDC1VE