Orange

Or ancients who saw circles
And smiled
Mouths open wide
Hands folded across laps of
Orange

Or future generations
Who saw spiders with
Tears in their eyes
Sitting still and waking up to
Blue

Or you who saw fear
And wept
Hands gripping tightly
Moving to rhythm of painless
White

Or I who felt each deeply
And wrongly
Aching in my belly
Legs moving restlessly with anticipation of
Green

Anticipation
Of green.

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