Code RED

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 

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.

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