like a rainbow explosion landing on the shoulders of a young girl
dressed in joy.
When I saw her for the very first time
she was dancing backward down the street to the tune of September;
her sunrise eyes glimmered,
her hips bopped back and forth like bubbles bouncing off the sink;
she had orange toenails, red lipstick,
and bright purple boots that looked as if she had splashed through a bucket of paint.
She moved like music notes, I can’t explain it;
the edges of her lips flirting with a smile,
the pens in her hand drawing color explosions in the air around her, her voice
belting out lyrics like poetry to an audience who’d never rejected her;
she looked like silly-string fresh from the can.
I’m sure I stood with a gaping mouth, ingesting the vibrance she eclipsed against the wet spring backdrop,
I don’t think she noticed;
a butterfly in flight caught her attention,its wings glimpsing opal and blue, as it danced over air pockets.
Erupting in a twirling skip she bounded down the street,
a fist full of wildflowers and a sunflower hat.
I don’t think she saw me, standing there wide-eye and bewildered;
Joy is blind like that,
she only sees beauty in everything.
By Riah Raine
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