Red Tide

Night breaks — not day
And releases the sun into the sky
Dawn bleeds:
A rusty flood
Bleaching
like carpets in well-used hallways
Like the worn denim of your jeans
It rises…
And slops at the booted feet of the young girl
In the neon, vinyl,
Raincoat.

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