Friday, April 29, 2011

Red (National Poetry Month: Day 29)

Roses are red,
Some jello is, too.
And herrings in stories,
and the U of U.
Pens when you're grading,
and lobsters, her blouse,
humanitarian crosses,
and bricks in your house.
Blood, also--and rum
in a similar vein.
Weddings in China,
riding hoods, velvet cake,
Christmas tree lights,
and hands that get caught.
Letters on days
for which presents are bought.
Being in debt,
or blushing, or mad;
Exit signs, carpets,
biohazard bags.
Stop lights and checkers,
and all of the rest.
But out of these red things,
the roses are best.

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