Red

Mine was Red

I used to tremble thinking that that was it

I could tell a mile away just looking at it.

But I knew it wasn’t

But the phenomenon of the whole dilemma was

That I would know it wasn’t

That I knew it was highly unlikely

And I would check anyway, looking anxiously if that was it.

And now I watch it go by, and I wave.

What is it for you?

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