Playful Woman

Playful woman
she enjoys her work

She slumps and smiles
The energy paid upfront
yet its barely felt

In her heart she enjoys the day but looks to the clock
For all the work she completes her time is done
not to take home

She scorns those smaller folk when tiresome, despite the cues:

Chase me,
tickle me,
look at me,

Walks away
missed opportunity,

Her faces are transparent to the smaller folk,
the smile for rent and not through love

Can we blame this woman?
It is clearly not for her, for Playwork is a craft

For the true player appreciates the magic around,
within and in between

The fire in our hearts will never go out, constant thoughts

Joy is not enough, playful woman.