Yellow and Orange

Yellow and Orange

The noise of the day is ringing in my ears. I hadn’t realized it was that loud. The late afternoon sun is between yellow and orange on my bedroom wall. Thank God the days are getting longer. I pick up a book of poetry and I’m a wanderer again. I’m not where I’m from and I’m not working. An hour ago I was razor blade business. Cold and absolute. Now I’m writing verse. Accomplishing a task that is life-and-death indispensible or scornfully useless.

The sun is setting on a cold optimistic day. The heart of the evening is a secret again. Full of promise.

– Pavaka Ritchot.


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