Taking the red eye today
To my client’s house
Where I’ll decorate.
I do not mean a late night flight
Riding a plane
In the middle of the night.
The red eye that I’ll be taking
Is on my face
There’s no mistaking.
A blood-red spot in my eye
Takes over the white
And I don’t know why.
Did I get poked and not know it?
Did I strain while reading
And now my eye shows it?
The ugly red spot sits there
Bright and bold
As if not to care
That I have things to do
People to see
Furniture to move.
And though it won’t change my day
(I’ll still work
I’ll still play) –
Still I hope that the red spot
Just behaves
And does not
Make me “see red” (do you get it?)
Or give “rose colored glasses”
I won’t let it.
I’m taking the red eye today
If you see me
Please, just look away….
