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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Red


Red
he said
Not quite, dear
Crimson, she said
with maybe a small touch of cardinal
or perhaps a bright shade of vermillion
Carmine? Scarlet?
Any thoughts?
He said
red.

and One Single Impression, #220, Crimson (alas, too late)