Red Hair Girl, on Good-to-Go Friday

Mz wrote this poem (in 1 minute) for the Orphan Reds:

Their plasticity is no descent

from which a return will be marked,

nor a fine capture like air in water

but triumph in all three forms:

wild, lawful, and true.

This is the wild one: Red Hair Girl, waiting (eagerly) for bink to come pick her up this morning. 

RHG is wearing a carabiner & harness, because she's going to the Basilica with bink, where they'll climb up onto a catwalk way above the altar:
bink will be hauling up bags of rose petals she will drop onto the altar this evening for the Tenebrae ("shadows") Good Friday Service.