At the edges of meaning and optimism (rectangle window)

Orange. The color orange. The fruit.

Meanings are a little syllabic,
a little concavic,
a little aluminum.

May our flower offer
a little meaning
for no reasons.

People!
People!
How many people!

Which people!
All these questions
turn inhuman
when they are asked
too hard.

Loosen, then.
Let a little language come down,
a little rain,
a little pain,
some short, happy time.