She  sits—the girl with teal hair—
weaves a wonderland
in her head:  cats striped
like jerseys with green glass
for eyes.  They surround her
as magic as magpies
as loyal as locks.
Her dress waves in wind
a corduroy frock that embraces
her form but never
confines.  She strides
barefoot over hills
under a randy spring
sky.  Adventures roll in
like the tides—vines that have no ends
moons that have no beginnings
thoughts that never
blend.  She stalks dreams
like a calico panther pouncing
lifting her paws and finding
sunflower stems with faces
for petals—their mouths spill
riddles rushing over
thick skulls
uncontained.