chores at home.
pelt us alive,
from the daily paper “Little Benny’s Notebook”
Red comes unannounced at dawn's dim light.
It stabs at the day.
It rouses expectation.
It drapes and clings to body form
As it creates the day.
Red almost justifies oppression.
It challenges the exuberance of life's unfolding
Because it makes my day.
Red comes unannounced at dusk's closing light.
Then, it fades away.