Poem for her 677

Dear Readers,


One of three


Red I texted to her the line
That day it said
Wear Red
Though it was for the color of her
Lips
Or was it the flower
Or was it the secret password too
There would only be the line
One little word
Ditto
Or dot
Dash
Some sweet nothing phrase
The knowledge is
These lines
Pass a doorway
Sliced out of a second
The passage sweet
The mount high
The beach rise of the sunshine
She
There
Free
Slowly walking in a Kroger store
In a black long coat


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.