Shawn L. Bird

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poem-burnt December 22, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:11 pm
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She’s fuchsia

purple

royal blue.

She’s wine,

emerald,

turquoise.

Everyone knows it.

But you gift burnt orange

despite having heard years

of disgusted mutterings

about orange and yellow and olive

from childhood.

Burnt orange.

Burnt.

Orange.

She ponders

Surely there is a message here?

and wonders whether you would be offended

if she dyes your gift

more than she’s offended

by burnt orange.

 

 

 

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