Hard Woman

I am a hard woman:
I see a reproachful look
in my brother's eye,
I have been myself again -
I sigh.
I threw a big stone
into a small pool
and the shock waves spread
over the edges to
the ground beyond
making the grass turn purple
and the leaves go blue, the
sky fall in.
But the stone was my truth,
large, immutable as the self,
and I apologise for that
to no-one.
I am a hard woman
according to him.
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