I saw the Color Red one day
Walking in the park,
He told me come this way,
We’ll whisper in the dark.
I followed my crimson captain
Through stench of mangrove malady,
On stilts of salted sleep.
He told me now to sit
And wait for sweeter tides,
While he turns to salmon scales,
And fades again to sand.
Published by Johanne Boulat
Johanne Boulat was born in French-speaking Switzerland, where she lives again now, but she grew up under the resplendent California sun. For 21 years she basked in the spirit of the Wilderness, which she discovered on hiking as well as literary paths. She received her Bachelor of Science in Animal Biology from the University of California, Davis in 2012 and since then has worked as a scientific field aid, a translator, a sales specialist, and a running coach. In 2018, she completed her master’s degree in English Literature at the University of Lausanne in Switzerland. She now teaches English and Science at a local elementary school and dedicates her free time to the three “R”s: Running, Reading, and Writing.
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