red resplendent pegasus

casting crimson light

glows arching over the gas station

my mom works at.

she must consider herself lucky

to work with such a creature,

you can imagine

red wings beating the air,

mane shaking triumphant.

we drink orange juice out of

plastic color-changing cups

that say KOOL on the side.

I wonder if she will take me

to meet the pegasus someday.