She had sunshine fever
in a cloudy place.

Gypsy blood running
through the veins
of a girl Up North,
making her crave
water and kaleidoscopes of color.

Turquoise grace and movement.

Butterflies and softer things.

Gallons of love,
on a daily basis.

But most of all

-to float the river as she wilt-

she yearned for
acres of soul quenching space.