The Color Orange.

On the outskirts of the town

Not far from the canyon’s edge 

with the view of a small range of pale mountains 

lived a forthright woman who sewed herself clothes made of orange cloth

to counteract the affects of the sameness.

Mostly she made blouses of silks, chambray, fine cotton and linens

that she wore with faded blue jeans. 

Delicate prints and tiny plaids adorned some fabrics

but from far away which is how most people saw her 

(if at all)

the blouses just looked orange against the distant grey range..

Not a brick red or a coral or a carrot or saffron but if you asked her

(you probably wouldn’t)

And if she felt like giving you an answer

(highly unlikely)

She would think her answer to you.

Persimmon.