she struts along

her swinging locket

against her skin

and puts her hands

in her back pockets

the ritual begins

her long red hair

and freckled face

a smile enlightening

long slim legs

keep steady pace

a sight delighting

so radient

so beautiful

every man's dream

intelligent

she's no one's fool

held in high esteem

she struts along

the gazes many, it

seems she's in the zone

yet, with her hands

in her back pockets

she still walks alone