Sunday, November 4, 2018

Poetic Bloomings crimson


Crimson

Mom wore red lipstick.
As red as maple leaves in fall.

Our habit was to kiss our parents
before we left the house.
(In case someone got run over
before we saw each other again.)

The days she wore lipstick,
we were careful to kiss her
and escape before she left
crimson prints on our cheeks.

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