Fire engine
Strong ankles
A slowing walk
Elevation
Weakened knees
The city fades
My Oh My
Empire State
Tag Archives: Red
Upper Flat
She sat on high
Thick legged
In simple summer frill
And damned right she didn’t care
Since he was cozied close
Parisian-like despite their li’l bungalow
Quite pleased, most pleased
With the noisy air
The abundant lack
And the red lipstick
Fell
A single, solitary shoe in the road
Red
You are late
And I wait for its match
To fall
Half New
I saw me at midcentury
Wearing race car red
Was I alone
I do not know
A swing in my shortish skirt
A flip to my hair
And sparkly Mediterranean eyes
Who’d dare trudge down,
Head first
With me
To the mystical waters
Just for a blessing
Some rocks
And sandy feet
Checkered
Leading
Chin first
Each day
Into the red
Through the crowds
I cannot recall
A single moment
That I regret
Even red flags
Jersey: A Haiku
At day’s end I fall
into the red not having
known the poem of you.
In The Now
I’m
Wishing my wishes away
Accepting
What finds me today
The lone of my skin
The cold air that wafts in
Forgetting if-only and may
White
I maintain
I could have done without the black
I had to look a second time, and then a sixth
I see it still in the most unremarkable places
I looked upward and Life appeared
I saw its red against the White
I feel the black come over me
I eye up red against the white
This Haiku: October 20, 2015
I’ll dress for the day
You’ll finally break the Grail
Feel me applaud you
August Against The Red
Only for me, look up at the black?
Count by 1000’s as you brush your jaw. Be warm?
When you kick up your legs and close your eyes, recount to me the silver you saw?
Oh say, did you find the quiet I lost as August echoed against the red?
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