Orange Was The Color of Her Dress

for Charles Mingus

As indian summer lingers, with
Its autumn forest flowers
Aglow, the burnt embers of
The amber sunset
Erupt from the sky in a montage
Of molten stardust
Diffusing the third stone from the sun.

Orange is the umbra of impulse instilling life

Into darkness like mother nature
Extemperaneously exposing
Her forsakened love
Of her own chromatic fantasy
As the aria of her aura
Vibes in the sunsplashed soul of her dress.

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