Blood Red Poem
The rope to the boat tied to nothing
The door to the red house unlocked
The Lexapro drowns in the icy lake
The case of Pinot was tossed in yes
The hating of another side, silences
The war turned road dust concrete.
The door unlocked the house open
The refugees turn water into fine;
because fisherman gave them red
Caroline Gerardo © copyright April 29.2018 all rights for photographs and poetry reserved
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