And her eyes are true blue.
Her hair a golden autum sun.
Long limbed, her body still half fawn,
springs tentatively over the homonal threshold
dragonflies light on her palm, coming to rest
safely on chipped polish,child-bitten fingernails.
Laughter leaps,breathless in abandon, from her honest
tongue -- spirt filled, spirit spun -- heart of my
heart -- Julia.
