Red is for the open wounds on the child's bare feet.
Dusty and unkempt toes.
Grounded and rooted in nothing.
there is nothing and they laugh about nothing and are happy just because.
With each step taken as they romp, yellow laughter bursts from their mouths. Yellow is for personal power deep rooted in the soular plexus.
Crowded markets full of women washed with Saris colored with Indian heat.
Red, Orange, and Yellow. Grounded Creators, and Powerful
Granddaddy Roosevelt harvests a field full Heirlooms
Red like Georgia clay, and ripe like Mid-August heat.
He would take bites out of their warm flesh and say
You know they say that if you eat tomatoes, you’ll have happiness in your home.
We ate a lot of tomatoes.
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