Orange glow

The rush, the crush, the dash for cash to stash and

smash the walls and halls and malls of

old gold that's sold for less of the mess and more of the stress than before

while more and more score the mark of cain

the spark of pain that all told is so, so cold.

Rather,

farther and farther out where air and care meet

in the breath of innocence...

we see the glee, the sigh, the sign that me and thee

might win and, skin aflame, another game is played

deeds are done and none are blamed ...

all who ask can bask...

in the Orange glow.