red

There are red things

that she gathered in a wicker basket with a magpie’s intent

miniature veins of red coral, found in a hidden tide pool

berries with starbursts at their center, poisonous to people and pets

rose petals wrinkled with frost, their perfume faint but lingering

 

She brought the basket home

She emptied it on the white carpet

She sorted out the red objects again and again until her heart was fed

Met Museum of Art

 

 

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