Ruby. Sweet Ruby

Square peg, round hole

Pushed and prodded.

Removed. Relocated. Aligned. Realigned

Repositioned

Neat homogeneous rows,

Of Red – to match the undrawn curtains.

Then Green – Like bile,

Caught in her throat – when fear said hello.

Maybe yellow -like her dead mother’s Crocs.

Unmoored. Unsecured.

Constantly in motion.

Everybody’s Ruby.