February fire hydrant
on the corner of Main Street and something:
we see it as ochre yellow–
but dare yourself–get closer.
A patch has burst and peeled,
like a scabby wound in winter;
there’s a matchbook-shaped drop of red
where layers of yellow should be.
Maybe someone will sand it,
paint it over again,
bring early spring to the world.
Copyright Jan. 29, 2013