Orange Poem Poem by Atef Ayadi

sorry I did not first laugh at you,

-I though, you will not make it,
the way you crossed the street.-
as i relaxed my head a
little!
bit!
-45 degree C or F; what is the difference? -

I start to laugh
at the picture
of your hair
-or my hair what is the difference? -
Turning into orange.

you planned to cross
the street as planned,
on time before the orange light will give you
a blue winkle,
then an orange tropical taste warning,
then a red orange blinking for possible crash.

the street was busy,
I was too
-standing still
watching you crossing the street on your knees.-