Patsy Kennedy Lain – Poem
The Color Red
Passing a red-neoned
Bojangles aglow in darkness
brought forth memories of
glowing deep-crimson
porch globes ablaze
reflecting
the symbol
that a certain companionship
lay ready.
The Color Red
Passing a red-neoned
Bojangles aglow in darkness
brought forth memories of
glowing deep-crimson
porch globes ablaze
reflecting
the symbol
that a certain companionship
lay ready.