Orange, 
Fierce orange of the egg shaped fireball 
Plopping into the ocean 
As the earth tips backwards towards night 

Orange, 
Scratched orange of the gas bottles 
Delievered, for lack of pipeline 
Dragged to the door by the man in a wig 

Orange, 
Soft orange of two full moons 
One high, one low in a puddle mirror 
Floating in a pathole of the unmade road