Gregarious

Laughter rolled off her fingertips
You always felt giddy around her
She always wore a smile that lingered on your memory
Mismatched is how I would describe her
Her clothes patchwork of rainbows
She looked like a thrift shop mannequin that sprang alive
Now she is doing a national tour
Always found where crowds and noise meet at full volume
Told her she should have been a street performer
All she would have to do was dance and laugh
People would flock, and soon would be joining in
She would have the first official block party held downtown
She calls me ridiculous, but I know she ponders it
Likes she ponders her portraits
Paint stained fingertips her main accessory
Wanted to paint the world in Technicolor
Or at least make sure it was a shade brighter than neon
She preferred to work with no room to move
Let the voices and movement determine the story she would tell
Larger than the horizon, I watch her
Endless chatter with everyone that crosses her path
Flowing into the crowd, and they ebb around her
And, I will wait for her
For her laughter brings the day alive