80spoems/redskirt
NOW
A woman walks past
in a red skirt.
Day hesitates
on the horizon,
its inaudible voice
whispering
come now.
Movie critics
in purple pants,
strangers
in turquoise cars,
begin now
please.
Life is too much
gestation.
Spring dissolves
before we decide
on a bloom to pick,
purple, red, yellow –
which?