A red bird flies
City of black and gray
Dark during the day
Beneath pillars of shade
The light made from man
Does the best that it can
To make up for what
Is deprived from below.
Explosions of neon
Are all the bird sees
Overstimulation
Now calls it to seize
And help make a painting
Red painted on red
A splatter of color
On a ground that’s long dead
A Life in Poems 