WOOGY
Blonde! she screams
the excitement turning to disaster.
But, I hate that color,
it's boring.
Sitting among the topsy turvy furniture
she gives a scowl.
Blue?
her wondering eyes digging into mine,
Looking for an answer
but also for more,
Something I don't quite understand yet,
what is she seeking?
Her drowning soul
is it a trick of the light?
I see frantic hands grasping for something
some truth.
But it's lost with a blink
a cheery smile
A stinging blow to my arm
she's off for another adventure
I can keep up
but she's gone
Then I see her
laughing
Inviting me to join her
but as soon as I keep up
she slips
Away
