Orange is the new…

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Photo by L.K. Thayer – Women’s March, Los Angeles – 01.21.17

 

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“we all scream for ice cream…”

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“I think it tests our ability to not want to numb out. There’s so many things that are hard to hear every day that you do want to have some Oreos. Like people say, what do you invest in during the Trump era? I feel like, Hostess Cakes. Most of us are just scared and eating ice cream.”

Mike Meraz

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1

You finally say
I love you
And she doesn’t
Run
Or reciprocate

She just says
“You shouldn’t
Have said that”
Which is good
Enough

The next day
She comes over
A little bit
Sweeter

A little bit
Kinder

Some of the
Edges have
Been smoothed
Out

She gives you
A hug upon
Entering

You realize
You made the
Right
Decision

You waited
Long
Enough.

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2

You are a
Matisse
Painting

I am a
18th century
Sculpture

We are two
Pieces of
Art

One quiet
As stone

The other
Filling the room
With
Color.

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3

She is now
Back
And I can listen
To sad music
Again

There is nothing worse
Than a love song
When you yourself
Are heart-broken

But now she is
Back

And the stars
Are lined up
Again

The earth is
Well

At least
The Part
Under my
Feet.

 

Mike Meraz

Lemon Tree

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Photo by L.K. Thayer

Lemon Tree Song Lyrics – Peter, Paul & Mary

When I was just a lad of ten, my father said to me,
“Come here and take a lesson from the lovely lemon tree.”
“Don’t put your faith in love, my boy”, my father said to me,
“I fear you’ll find that love is like the lovely lemon tree.” 

Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.
Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat. 

One day beneath the lemon tree, my love and I did lie
A girl so sweet that when she smiled the stars rose in the sky.
We passed that summer lost in love beneath the lemon tree
The music of her laughter hid my father’s words from me: 

Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.
Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat. 

One day she left without a word. She took away the sun.
And in the dark she left behind, I knew what she had done.
She’d left me for another, it’s a common tale but true.
A sadder man but wiser now I sing these words to you: 

Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.
Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.