Poem

Near

The young woman in the near green
dress contemplates
the music of Blackcaps
that she cannot see.
The young woman with the almost smile
cries into her hands
as her happiness
fills her lungs
like noisy laughter
at some small, satisfactory
word choice in a poem.
The young woman with the just cut hair
leaps across the room
to see the shadows
of her just cut, jet black hair
fly across the room.
The young woman with above average shoes
kicks them up
and off her feet
to see off-pink painted nails
sparkle as she jumps
into ravenous rain puddles.
The young woman in a near fatal collision
between her joy and sorrow
grabs hold of her self
and won’t let go
as her joy and sorrow
hover like a constant
rainbow or raven.