Red

Red, fire-red, stunning red Shouts for attention, a glitzy comet, Red giant suns exploding in space. Red knows a million jokes. Electricity arcing, sparking bright. Hopping barefoot on blazing-hot sand, Dashing the 50, red wins again. Sirens attack eardrums, Barns and fire engines, lava and roses. Red yells, STOP! And “I Love You.” The Lone Ranger song is as red as red can be. Angry red, striking hard and savage. Sizzling steak, blistering skin. Red is an auditorium in full clapping. Jumping off cliffs smashing rocks below. Blinking thoughts, ping-pong thoughts, Bound on arid land, sagebrush left behind. Lips to kiss long and hard and cherries are red. Three hundred bees buzzing in the attic. Red is Kim chi and horseradish. Smells like cinnamon and danger.