Reds

Behind the green maze of instruction

a giant quiet thriving pushes through

Insistence, three syllables seek survival

How long? Who knows? Who is noticing now?

Abundance is scarce

Abundance, obscurity’s dance partner

Drum light for morning rainfall

Disturbance may stall unfolding desire

Red red hums the melody of promises

Red red, a soloist collapses—-

still needing someone🪶

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