Dressed in red

The sky was heavy with heat,
the night of heavyweight 
cotton candy clouds.
And the yard tree, blackbird sang,
and I began to sing it with
in concert arias.

I was in it, which came into the driveway
red skirts swaying.
I could not swallow my tears,
even though the night was
beautiful, and wonderful.
Days of roasting cinnamon feet,
I walked the road ahead.
Black hair swinging in the wind,
wildly waved tree branches between the wind.
I was the plethoric, shapely,
I had it a vibrant red lip.