Saturday, April 29, 2017

red without rhyme or puzzle pieces

There's that one photo.
New York.
A red wall.
A woman sitting.
Like that's her job.
Just sitting all day.

It's not a good photo.

Too much light.
Too much red.
Story ruined.
Until now.

A new lens.
Red as easy.
Stop sign.
Wrong way.
Brake lights.

Too easy.

How close am I to losing you?
Are you awake?
Can I ask you about today?
How close am I?
To losing you?
How close am I to losing?

You know the song.
I found what I love.
I asked for it.

Today I am grateful to be able to do what I love.

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