There is not enough orange in my life.
Orange is round, with
imperfections

wild, loud
not afraid to shout, to spin

to hearken, to win,
to cry and let the stars reflect
in your eyes
   like the dew in my sleeping bag
       or the breakfast that morning

or to not shower for three days. (and still look lovely)
because of that quote that one time
it means nothing now.

and it's fine.