Radish

radish was all I could think of
when you moved steady
to the backyard.

there is no red there
in the green grass
in the yellow flowers
in the flying seeds
no red or white
or hot waters (they are burried still).

curve when you walk to the city
the bent city
no red there but the walls
and the profit margins
all signs
and moving
singing
chanting
invisible
billboards.

i have seen every advertisement there is
have read every ad in the Parade
seen the programming interrupt the commercials
but i have never seen you
i have never seen the radish
and it makes me frantic.

move steady to the backyard
curve out of the city
lean away from the towers of glass
the towers of see through mirrors
and look to the last thing that holds its soul still
hot and cool
peppermint red and white.