one foot

already

well within

the gathering horizon

shy

a mere day

or two

from her

sleepy

lunar leap frog

hardly anyone

would know

behind the brilliance

of her gifts

ran

a grunting clash

fought retreating

on loose turf

rally

by weakening

rally

skidding inevitably closer

to the numbing

brink

past midnight

she was frantic

to complete

another

one too many

taken on

comprehensive client plans

due

by nine

o' Jesus!

the latest

next door

backyard revel

had reached

decibles

pushing sixty

when she up

and bounded out

onto the balcony

overlooking

the neighbor's

fenced in plot

toward the dozen

lawn loungers

below

she yelled

"Com'on Bobby,

I've got work tomorrow!"

as might be expected

after a slight

delay

Bobby slurred

"Who the fuck are you

little Miss High 'n' Mighty

to be telling me

what to do?!"

pretty small town

she knew Bobby

most of her life

they went through school

together

leaning way out

over the railing

she enunciated

with exaggeration

"Wish I was high,

and everybody knows

I ain't all that mighty,

but right now

what I really am,

Bobby Poscolini,

is looking down on you!"

to punctuate

she pointed one big toe

rearward

pushed away the rail

did a pivot turn

huffed inside

and slammed the slider

two ladies

sent up

dog like yelps

while a guy

hands raised

piped in

"To the bone, to the bone!

Call an ambulance!

She cut him to the bone."

even Bobby had to smile

Bobby belligerently continued another ten or so face saving minutes, but did finally pull the party back into his hovel.