Whenever I see red, I think of strawberries in Summertime. I think about the previous strawberry juice dripping down the chin of a smiling woman, enjoying the delicacy of this affluent substance on a warm day.

An Affluent Substance

I am blossomed by serendipity and fragrance of strawberries, by warmth and clouds
nothing but that necklace of maps
Always you awaken through the night
toward the night breathing stalks of cattail.