At lunch you go outside,
lean against a railing,
face the sun,
close your eyes
You see a red
you've never seen before
when you close your eyes
Is this the color
of the blood
in your eyelids?
Is this what you see
when your eyes are bloodshot?
Still you stand in the sun
on a cold winter's day
And feel the sun heat your face
And hear the clicking heels
passing by
The helicopter overhead,
the water lapping behind you
The tick tick tick
of the dog toes
as they pass
Your eyes closed
you see the sun
without looking
Until the red
turns to black
as the sun hides
behind a scattered cloud
- By Anthony Buccino
Copyright © 2010 by Anthony Buccino, all rights reserved.
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