<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Autumn red, and the silent leaves
\nRelease that rustle which is a scream for them.<\/p>\n
Rolling down the road too fast and it turns red;
\nthey scream.<\/p>\n
Crashed and on a gurney, he reaches for her hand;
\nHis red blood spills; she screams.<\/p>\n
Feet up in those stirrups and pushing,
\nShe turns red and screams.<\/p>\n
Bursting from a womb,
\nhis tiny red face screams.<\/p>\n
Alone now, accounts all deep in the red,
\nshe screams.<\/p>\n
The little one grows to love the trumpet; her face turns red because
\nEven out in the garage, practice sounds like screams.<\/p>\n
She sits in the stands, cheering and red,
\nScreaming for his marching band.<\/p>\n
She forgets her hat; her thinning grey part blisters.
\nShe forgets the red until she takes a brush to her hair and screams.<\/p>\n
They hang a big rainbow money thermometer to fundraise for his trip.
\nWhen the red is colored in, they scream.<\/p>\n
Judges measure the competition in audience decibels;
\nThey\u2019re screaming for him and the needle swings up red.<\/p>\n
Famous now, a deferent doctor calls him about her results. Too many red numbers
\nAppear on the page. He drops his head but doesn\u2019t scream.<\/p>\n
Autumn red, and the silent leaves
\nRelease that rustle which is a scream for them.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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