she's the one

a woman in a red
hat passes by your window.
she's not afraid
to wear red.
she's very strong
in her stride, her shoes
clicking on the sidewalk
as she hurries
towards her job.
she's a beauty, but
tight lipped with chin up.
she is a red person,
you think to yourself,
watching her disappear
around the block
to where the trains
are. she seems
ambitious and strong,
you imagine she'd
be very hard to live
with. you see a
woman in a blue hat
approaching, she's
talking to herself,
maybe she's reciting
poetry she knows by heart,
she's stopping
to pet a dog. she sees
a hopscotch pattern
chalked in the sidewalk
and beings to hop
her way through
the numbers. she's the one.