The Woman In Red Rubber Boots

by Jesse Minkert

She wears them on the filleting line
in the fish processing plant.
The boots on the other women's feet
are black. Hers were a gift
from her daughter. The other women
laugh at her and tease
her in Portuguese. She doesn't mind.
Her knives are sharp;
her hand is quick.
Fillets flip into her plastic bin
Snapper, cod, monkfish, sole.
faster than any other bin on the line.
Her red boots mean to her that
she's the best. Let the black-
booted women try to keep up.
Her bin is full. She puts it down
and lifts an empty.
Fillets fly off the fish.

Jesse Minkert © 2011
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