Red Subaru
July 24 2022
It's not a convertible,
air
coursing through my thinning hair,
cool shades.
Not a two-seater sports-car,
low slung and torqued up,
engine tuned
to a low rumbling throb.
But it is red.
The official name is “Pure Red”,
which seems a little lazy to me.
I might have suggested
“Four-Alarm Red”,
or perhaps “Luscious”;
like wet voluptuous lips
or fruit at the height of ripeness.
Is this my mid-life crisis?
A daring red
instead of the button-down blue
I've always gone for?
Awfully late in life, I admit;
but then what's new,
I've always lagged behind my peers
why should this be different?
Otherwise, a company whose DNA
whispers restraint,
practical, and under-stated.
But for me, a bold impulsive choice.
Yet no one even noticed.
Because red didn't change a thing.
My life is the same.
I still drive slowly.
I'm still getting older.
They say a crisis shouldn't be wasted.
I'd say
pure red is plenty,
crisis over.
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