the color red
|Subject:||the color red|
|Organization:||Fraternity of Avian Deists|
"when i say 'red',
do you imagine it the color of blood,
pouring from the wound of a lost knight
of the round table?
or do you picture a can of coca-cola,
shimmeringly metallic and rust-free?
perhaps you think i lack imagination,
and think of burgundy or magenta
or enraptured, remember your last taste
but none of these are what i mean by 'red'.
when i say 'red', you should try to picture
a red the color of a cherry, a forlorn cherry,
unplucked on an otherwise bare tree, hanging,
glinting with dew, atop a hill in the countryside,
in the first half hour of morning light.
this is not exactly what i mean, but it will
have to suffice until we establish a broader
"when i say 'refugee',
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