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