Redhead

Written by Jack Miller

Asleep...not, but still
Curled breathing cause the blue jean jacket to rise and fall
In the slow rhythm of the sea.
Levi faded not to white
Yellow dirt is the color of the flat, thin worn sleeve.
Seamed and stitched--bright golden threads that bond the layers.
Her spun rose gold ingots lie on my lap.
A full spectrum of color within this hue called redhead.
Not a red shaft of crimson or auburn to be found
No.
But, observe colorless--if that is to be seen
A prism in each clear shaft
Reflects
Orange
Rust
Yellow and red
As the pale golden straw reflects dawn's tinted fires

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