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Red Shirt Hung from a Pine Tree

By Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Art installation inspired by Métis artist Jaime Black at Seaforth Peace Park, Vancouver, on the National Day (May 5th) in Canada for Vigils for Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women. Courtesy: Creative Commons
There doesn’t seem to be a sudden red announcement 
of anything, this single red shirt hung from a pine tree 
on one of my many walks that could end up anywhere
this side of warring night goggle asymmetry 
and sliming my strapped way back down to Axmith Drive 
I christen distressed jean slugs come out of shell,
reverse Dante out of Hell 
from those many paved drives back up on Richardson 
that would rather see the world fold in on itself 
like amateur origami before whale blubber lipstick 
from the tube ever dries to the side of a 
face worth kissing.

Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a Canadian-born author residing in Elliot Lake, Ontario, Canada with his wife and many bears that rifle through his garbage.  His work can be found both in print and online in such places as: Evergreen Review, The New York Quarterly, Borderless Journal, GloMag, Red Fez, and Lothlorien Poetry Journal

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