red

i felt like writing

this poem about red

only red as i

was crossing a street

a memory a

realization of

red that red was in-

finite in the night

rain red as only

red can be red

　

Reviews

[Marie Anzalone]

I have written of both the color yellow and the color blue. I have only barely mentioned red, as if it were a casual acquaintance, merely. Red and I have always had a hard time understanding each other, I am afraid. I need a night with infinite redness, to remember how it feels to be wanted that way.

Thanks for this throught-provoking short piece, and the smile that it brought to me tonight.