Red As A Color
Predominant in flags at sea,
the bright hue is a wanton,
waving itself against the currents
of any wind.
Clothing as the color Red
calls the eye and makes it listen.
It is a bold harpy, a wanton
and flamboyant dye lot.
Blood hits the air and cries, “Red!”
It can not help it. There are rivers of
it, uniforms stained with it. Surgeon’s
hands are deep in that most unrainbow
There can be no stop signs without red.
Cars would crash at intersections without
the change from amber to it. Red, the
only real hat possible for a snowman
© allets 2020