Pretty Redhead
She was a pretty redhead
at the outdoor poetry reading
I accidentally walked through
on my way to get a coffee
Her tights were black and her sunglasses
blocked out her eyes
Her green shirt - I don’t know what to call
her green shirt - a blouse, a dress? - her green top
covered her knees and the sleeves were rolled up her arms
but it was obvious to anyone that she was pretty -
not to say that most redheads are not pretty -
but most people in general are not pretty
redheads – real, true redheads – are rare
and
pretty
people are rarer still
if she were left handed it would all but
guarantee her to be the most unique human being alive
But I doubt she was a lefty
for when she half-applauded -
the poems were
a little too political and self-congratulatory -
her right hand formed a strong cup and landed on
top of her left
and when
a wandering baby
was finding his legs and
waddled back to his mother
the pretty redhead smiled
showing no teeth
and waved at him with her right hand
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