Poem #4.

Her Hair, Her Boots
Or:
The Girl in My Poetry Class Wonders Why I Am Staring at Her Right Now
By James Bezerra


She is striking,
but only for
a
moment

Her hair is striking, but only after
a
moment

Red. Though not really.
Part gold
and orange-auburn-red.
It glows a bit
around her pale
skin and freckles.

Her green eyes,
just mint flakes of
color.

But,
then those moments pass,
and:
her plush Ugg boots
and:
her shrill Valley Girl soprano
and:
her complete misreading of Robert Creeley.




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