Like ruffles on a young girl’s dress,
And an artfully exposed belly button,
The Madrona sends her lavish invitation
To the weather: bring it on!
The cold, the heat, the rain, the sun —
She can and will survive it all
And shed or gain, flower and fruit
Despite your machinations,
Just as artists will continue to make art
Musicians will continue to make music,
And dancers will continue to dance
In spite of and because of
These political aggravations.
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