Poems from the Color Wheel



You want to know what orange is?

It’s October before everything gets brown.

It’s when an orange in your hand is like holding the sun

But it feels cool as the breeze is cool.


Orange is a full moon that’s pumpkin pie

On a faded lilac tablecloth.

Sometimes there are two full moons,

Fat and round like those Os in October

And when that happens,

That moon is blue.

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