Mary Bosco

An interesting specimen
Pink but not slimy,
Toes with no hair, 
Eyes without yellow.

A small one as far as I can tell.
The big ones are loud
And never playful.

Phoebe they call her.
Phoebe. 

Scarlet, crimson, maroon,
But let’s face it, no one really knows what is going on with maroon.
Leaves of this present fall.
Countless flickers in the corner of your eye
As they drift to the ground without a sound.