Druthers
Not the prettiest smile
or the one that lasts the longest
or the one that’s always there.
Not the prettiest face
or the one that’s painted best
or necessarily the longest hair.
Not the beauty queen
(who’s really just pretend)
nor the most recent personality
trotting at the trend.
And not the body most revealed
or the willingest to yield.
But the unordinary girl
who likes the simple love
that’s made of simple real.
Who feels before she knows
and finds music in the sound
of swishing grass
or beauty in the way
an apple grows.
