The Barn by Ralph Hagen for June 28, 2020

From the morning light of silver, a color we did pilfer, the purest form of purple, which we formed into a circle. ( Got me on the rest until ) From your apartment to the garrison, I ran a frantic marathon, where I found I’d ripped my coat of orange on your swiftly closing door hinge.

Orange you glad?

Oh the perils of being a poet.

Just write in haiku

Rhythm counts for more than rhyme

For better or verse

I never was good with poetry.

If you can’t make a rhyme for orange . . . your english is lacking for range.

The sliver purple month is the ninth, and I wolf down an orange pint during the dangerous marathon opus.Freestyle. No rhyme or reason required.

my favorite rhyme for purple is “maple syruple” (Roger Miller)