The Fuzzy Man
He stood there in a shadow
And turned away from me.
I tried to catch him clearly,
But he fuzzed out instantly!
I wondered what was happening,
As I looked in disbelief,
And then he flashed right back again
With a face of sweet relief!
He said that I was silly
With not an ounce of sense
And hurled my heart to heavy,
And left my head so dense!
Then he swirled in sunshine
And saw me clear and new,
And puffed away the heavy,
And tossed out bits of blue!
I stood in true confusion,
With a strange uneven beat,
As the funny fuzzy man,
Wobbled off on two left feet!
Joy Weare.
17th August, 2005.
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