![]() Well RedA Poem by Andrew John![]() Sonnet![]() The book is red, bright red, that’s plain to me. Okay, it’s black, but that’s just years of grime. It is the office dictionary, see? And when it is consulted - every time - a new thumbprint is left to join the rest. Across the years it’s been consulted - ooh, let’s see now - several thousand times at least; collects detritus from the desktop, too. Sometimes we check reality, exact; illusion is a well-thumbed word as well. Oh, yes, the book’s bright red and that’s a fact; you only have to look and you can tell. And yet we’re startled when that colour’s seen so brightly where my coffee cup has been.
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