her red hair

she has red hair now.
which is fine.
but not rust red, or
cherry red, or even
candy apple red.
it's not orange either.
it's more of a deep
burgundy.
she tosses it around,
holding her shoulders
back. it's nice
you tell her. I think
you should keep it
for awhile.
I wish I could do
something with mine
you say, feeling the
stiff grey stubbles
that stand on the widening
field of your head.