by Kathy Bischoping
Red as wagons
As Nana’s box that Squirrel came in
As fat wax candles and first nail polish
As stripes on ribbons in typing class
As filing folders, print on sugar packets, Persephone’s
three-seed lunch and Diet Coke
As in walks an office fantasy . . .
Red as the east, eight hundred million little books and all
the signs that time in Chinatown
As blood, as an apple, a Gala, Campari, a slapped cheek,
the veins of a Jonathan and recklessness
As eyes at sunrise
And his eyes, years later, from the blood-thinners
As a tea found only in Canada
This poem was one of the winners of the dVerse Poets Pub second anniversary contest.