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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare
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Carrie Magness Radna


 

Orange

You never liked the color orange,
even those mod hooded sweatshirts the cool kids converge upon—

The sky is now colored orange.
Long days without regrets is what we can ever strive to,

but fear could be called orange
by most people. You hated to show any fear; your closed heart

could had been colored orange.
Once I thought you could cure my loneliness, like Vitamin C.

See, I can't rhyme with orange!
What a cruel joke for all poets, seeing sunshine with only one eye

open, while cutting wedges out of oranges,
lemons and limes, trying to dress up another drink for Happy Hour.