Red is...

February 7, 2011
Red is a shimmering new car
With a warm waxy hood
A blur as it drives by

Red is a crooked stop sign
The screech of wheels
The hysterical ear splitting crash

Red is a hush of a healthy heart
The reeking smell of blood worn by the pavement

Red is many scented roses
The low whispers from the mourner's lips
The moan of the organ

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