Glowing Gleaming Orange
Fire sparks, dragon scales, Lucy's hair
If I were limited to seeing and wearing one color
it would be orange
Bright vivid neon orange in paisleys or polka dots
Not the orange of tabbies, but the glowing gleaming orange
of the most vivid leaf you have ever hoped to see
Orange dazzles my eyes out. If I could find orange underwear
In my size 9's, I would run around lifting up my gypsy skirt
Orange in my jewelry, orange in my shoes. Orange, orange, orange!
Sure, you say. She is probably lying. Come see my house.
It is done up in Oranges, yellows and pinks, and if I had to lose two
Of these colors, sorry yellow and pink, but you would have to go
I want fire engines to be orange. I want stop signs to be orange
I want the whole wold to be the color of prancing, angry hot flames
Orange I say. Orange I yell! Orange I am. Prancy, dancy, orange.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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