She was always on the verge

of something, her second marriage,
for instance, the first not quite forgotten
but over, nonetheless.

She lived in perpetual metamorphosis,
shifting identities as quickly
as a newborn foal finds its legs.
Slipping just as swiftly.

In essence she was a coat of many colors
the true essence of her father’s love
always striving for the next adventure,
always waiting to become.