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[From today's Poetic Asides prompt: a poem about a color.]

Orange

Rhymeless fire, Dutch treat, 

prison jumper, you are all

that is left of the Giants here.

A sailor sees your flare

breach the seasky blue,

and his heart leaps to rescue.

But it's not a lifejacket,

only a Mandarin orange

with a prayer for true love

written on its skin.

Lucky warning, you were always

my favorite. Real gourmets know

the middle of the candy corn

is the best part.