Red River
RED RIVER
I sail the rapturous red river, where the sunrise
swallows the redwood trees, and equator clouds rain
dance ‘round the sun. Effervescent virtue kneels down
swirling a seascape of citrus lemon and blood orange hues.
Dove-white sails wave like linen on a clothes line.
A spectator iota bows her head in praise.
5/29/2017
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Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2017
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