Orange is the Colour of Word
Poetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration. - Carl Sandburg
Friday, May 2, 2014
Red Light
in the middle of nowhere
a guy on the street
holding 2 litres of minute maid
orange juice with pulp
I wondered when the bus
would come
-Debbie Calverley
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