Poem for The Red-Haired Girl
John Grey

I loved the red-haired girl in second grade.
And there was another red-haired girl
my first year of high school.
I adored her milky skin.

The most beautiful red-haired woman I ever saw
sat opposite me on a commuter bus
when I was in my early twenties.
Her flaming hair flowed almost to her waist.
And her face was perfect,
a Renoir beauty come to life.

I glimpsed one almost as lovely
on a city sidewalk.
And another on the beach,
thankfully covered up
so the sun wouldn’t cook
that precious flesh.

I never dated a red-haired girl,
never hugged one, never kissed one,
maybe only spoke to one once or twice.

Not for me to linger in the stars either
though I glance up sometimes
as I walk the earth.
I married mother earth
and that is my good fortune.
I even showed my wife the stars
though not who dwelled in them.

John Grey is an Australian born poet. He has been recently published in International Poetry Review, Sanskrit and the science fiction anthology, “Futuredaze”, with work upcoming in Clackamas Literary Review, New Orphic Review, and Nerve Cowboy.