In a place where RED flags mean ‘go’
Symbolism has been turned up

side

down

Here the colourblind never run lights
Even day and night are confused
Just GOING and GOING and GOING
Like a three year old on a sugar high

They are not quite on speaking terms with one another
Avoiding each other at the changeover
Like awkward flatmates living parallel lives

Giving each other a wide berth,
The sunsets of February a note on the fridge
Reading ‘Need more loo paper. J.’

When RED means ‘go’
It’s best not to read too much into that statement