My Excitable One

“I really like you.”
She said growing more orange
with each syllable that escaped
Taking me aback.

“I really like you, too.”
With that exchange
The barbie became my friend
And I learned she was a gypsy.

She chases the wind
as though she could catch it,
But instead becomes a part of it
As light and as inconsistent

When she’s consumed by orange
She is my Megan.
The girl who tells me
“Nature knows everything.”

She dances in the wind
And smiles with the sun.
She feels every vibration
And sees rainbows in beige.

I need her orange existence
Like she needs the outdoors.
For inspiration, a sense of purpose,
And to remember the glory of freedom.