Not the pretty smile or
the one that lasts the longest or
the one that’s always there
not the gorgeous face
eye-lined and painted best or
necessarily the longest hair
not the beauty queen (who’s
just pretend) nor
the engaged personality
trotting at the trend
and not
the body kept concealed
to harbor wounds unhealed
nor the willingest to yield.
But—
the unordinary girl
who likes the outdoor love
made of naked real
who feels before she knows
finds music in the sound
of swishing grass
or beauty in the way
an apple grows.