Sea witch
Sassy Southern Bell
Secret warrior
Bar goddess with updo, cold shoulders and stern look
You hide secret holographic scars like buried treasure
Savagely tossed out into the elements
And left to rot like the spoiled banana peels
Where you found solace
We hid you in the hatchback of the Mini Cooper
Until all tacos were consumed
And your scornful keeper disappeared behind shuttered doors
After his anti-Portland soliloquy
You are both silent and loud
Colorful and sublime
Not one bit subtle
And you fit seamlessly wherever we hang you