i never liked red
but i grew to love him
in a world of late
his poor eyes dim

a street his way
hungry and thin
patient
he waited in

the cold ..
brave on a pin
and heat
nothing certain

nothing..
(stray cat
with a cataract)
shy yet bold

red from his fired
red skin
neat
kin

to none
loved by god
me and mine
beat-

(like k meant..*
one for his
road)
bless ye..!?