Red Arrows

A poet friend and I chose a phrase, "Red Arrows," and decided to each write a poem about it, and to show-and-tell later. It's a silly exercise, and fun.

Red Arrows

crisp, fierce smattering

of oblivious warrior wren bird feet

tracks in the snow, 

pressed pristine for keen fox-nose target,

like some ingenious sign

pointing the way

to some stoner's paradise

pot nest.