Red
What becomes
Of the color red?
A fiery passion,
No one can contain.
Does it yearn to be
Something it’s not?
A purplish hue
Or a yellowy hot?
Does it desire to be green?
As the wind kissed fields,
In the months of spring?
Or transition,
To an aqua marine.
The teal
Of the ocean’s pristine?
Jet black at night,
Not wanting to be seen.
Or does it simply fade?
Like night into day.
Losing its luster,
Marching endlessly,
Towards dull grey?
Selection from The Satchel of Dreams. Available on Amazon!
J.a. Wine
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