tangerine
sky
the day
today
was a stinker
every time I saw the sun
it burned me
every time
I looked into the orb
I went blind
now tangerine
the sky
so benign
is nothing but a stinker
no apology
no why
no promise
to put its ire
away
just a passive
sweet
good night
splayed in orange
across the face
of the clouds
a sugar mock
left behind
to remind me
left behind
just
to tease
© Frank Prem, 2017
February 2017 Poem #01: a towel to ride
Frank Prem Poetry 