Obsessive Orange
I see neon orange
as it pops, rattles and jars
inside my mind, all the time.
It titillates, sizzles and struts
a solid, knock out punch.
Orange obsession, like a
manic brain on overdrive
squeezes it's juicy core
into every fiber of my
being, it reigns supreme.
I close my eyes and envision
an orange chorus of poppies
punctuating a country hillside.
They sing an enchanting song
while I dream of bright
orange tomorrows.
Written on 3/4/2016
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2016
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