“The Red Kerchief “Claud Monet
I wanted him to notice me.
It wasn’t that difficult to see what I wanted.
In winter he stayed inside all the time.
Painting. He was.
All the time.
Winter, always a danger to everyone, young and old.
No freedom in winter.
Too much freedom for him.
I wandered by that day wearing red,
A reminding flag of conscience,
I’m waving a shawl of belonging,
frayed and thin. Notice me.