RED. Indelible. Dipped in.
Day-glo, night-glow leaf show.
The color arbor
indifferent to our words –
wobbly, spanning our confusion.
Words spin on the turntable of language.
The mixed-use heart.
All warmth and passion
or is it all red fury?
Red Alert – a love or war
emergency?
Blood as in beating and alive,
or draining on a sidewalk?
We are unhappy people
in a happy world. I heard
it said. And it wobbled
in the red, fully lit garden.
Something will happen
We just don’t know what.