Lady Of Chico Poem by Dog goD 8Hate

I've pondered certain inference
and again lean towards...
that liberal-lady in Chico.

Who can circumvent fate
and still claim clear?

I realize a cynical hint
may provoke caution, and yet,
as W. B. Yeats speaks:

'...'tis not inanity in nature
that winds blow seed and sow,
continuing beauty in the spring
as piquant flora grow -

creation's benediction in diverse hues....'

This.....infallible.....destiny.