Monday, August 26, 2013

Faved!: Marvin Bell's Mars Being Red



Being red is the color of a white sun where it lingers 
on an arm. Color of time lost in sparks, of space lost 
inside dance. Red of walks by the railroad in the flush 
of youth, while our steps released the squeaks 
of shoots reaching for the light. Scarlet of sin, crimson 
of fresh blood, ruby and garnet of the jewel bed, 
early sunshine, vestiges of the late sun as it turns 
green and disappears. Be calm. Do not give in 
to the rabid red throat of age. In a red world, imprint 
the valentine and blush of romance for the dark. 
It has come. You will not be this quick-to-redden 
forever. You will be green again, again and again.

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