Ode to Orange

Antelope Canyon, image by Hans Braxmeier, Pixabay

No one writes a poem
about the color orange.
Or the fruit orange.
Or the aging hooker who’s seen
the insides of too many smoky bars,
and asks, “Orange you going to come see me some time?”

Orange is a lively, warm, attractive color —
attention-getting, friendly.
Also a…

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Adelia Ritchie

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Science lover, contributing editor at SalishMagazine.org, co-editor of The Open Kimono. Send us your edgiest stuff! https://medium.com/the-open-kimono

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