and lonely
with no tulips to smile upon.
No red tulips to smile upon
me.
The only red lost amongst
the white reads
biohazard.
A telephone in case of
emergencies.
She takes my pressure
in blue
and how grateful I am to see
a little southern bluebird
amongst the red-white.
I realize I didn't cause this
red-white canvas splash.
I only lie amongst it.
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