Cool sun
dries dark tear stains
red tea roses climb up
a gray wall barricade dead house
dreams crushed.
Black couch
leather harvests
mold spores, dead insects mass
along border, red spiders head
clean-up.
Red rose
rescues spirit
blackness leaves horizon
pregnant with well-fed deceit
black hole.
House waits
for new owners
to repaint ruddy walls
black fish jump, swim pond’s boundary
life peaks.
Red sun
trails moon
lifts morning’s black cover
chasing loose dreams like a lover
best prize.
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