The Orange Glow (A Poem)

At sunrise or sunset

The orange glow is new

Like the fresh, clean moment

After a full, deep breath.


In a firebox or hearth

The orange glow is calm

Like a dream of childhood’s

Most essential comforts.


Under the bare streetlight

The orange glow is pure

Like an old ambition

Polished by time and care


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