Red Vision of my Youth
Red. Big bright bushy red. The kind of red that only appears in dreamtime. I hadn’t seen the the scarlet color of the Bottle brush tree since I was a youth in Miami, Florida. The yellow pollen from the thousands of trees would form haphazard swirls on the floor. I was quite surprised to be wandering back to Shin Urayasu station when my mouth dropped in awe of those vision from times passed.
Time passes to red blurs with yellow powder sprinkles.
