A Beltline Haiku for the Redhead who cared

10th near monroe, Atlanta GA

Description

A little over an hour ago I was trudging up the beltline past pcm heading towards New Realm. Minutes earlier I was deep lunging at the stop light at Park Tavern and noticed a glistening redheaded woman, adorned in jogging couture, also waiting for the light. Signals given and back to trudging. Ready to be done with it I try to keep my pace, unsure of the gait of the ginger jogger behind me. Crossing over pdl to pcm, I heroically pull my hoodie off, revealing to the world my sweaty t-shirt and borderline beer belly when I hear the faintest of footsteps? It could be anyone of course, this is the Big Peach, A-Town, where the dirty birds kick for three. A few steps more and KICK, my toes smack a small landscaping curb and down I go - knees, chest, hands all to dirt. Rolling to my side and laughing at myself, who do I see? Who in the entire city is there to ask if I'm ok? One of the few truly rare birds, yes, that running redhead, daring the sun to sauté her freckles. Never a once did I get a good look at her face, but I did hear her say, 'are you ok?'. 'Yes, thank you' I say, hoping blood isn't rushing out of my knees or palms. Invincible, naturally, I continue to trudge and sure enough I catch her. *Butnotinsomekindofcreepywaywerebothjustjoggingthesamedirectionandimnotlikethatok* The last thing I wanted to do was pass her and then trip again, or pass her and then be THAT GUY, you know the ones. Instead I come here, prose before hose, to the good people of craigslist to write my first ever missed connections, only to end it with a haiku. ahem Ponce City Market gravel to ground I bite it So long ginger soul