Lady in Black on Blue

Where to focus
What to rivet on
She spins her black-haired head
Engulfed in blue

A mirage, a collage
words and pictures and
one solitary object
a chair in blue

Barefoot, concealed,
the chair center stage
She stands out from the backdrop
A body interloping

Only one word emerges,
and why is the chair so big?
Is it to hide her or
invite her to sit?

Dizzying graffiti
frames her delicate body
Blues and blacks in a flesh-toned world

Will she come forward?
Will she turn around?
Will she sit in the chair?
Or just pass by.
The lady in black on blue.