Blue and Orange yearly join each other to
review
their complementary relationship. Their bond
has been ambivalent for eons, back to when they
first discovered physics thought them opposite.
Red and green had better temperaments for this:
they saw immediately they’d do well at
Christmas;
Purple working out its thing with Yellow wasn’t
any bowl of jello, but they managed: coloring
vast quantities of Easter Eggs had over years
permitted them to nestle side by side quite
amicably
and undamaged. But Orange (who has learned
through centuries to be more positive about
the prospect than his partner) must each year
pursue new avenues of soothing reassurance
and diplomacy and tact to keep his moody hue-mate
acclimated to the fact that
they’re a worthy duo.
Orange lightens every care when he reminds her
they’re the colors of the Knicks and Mets and
each
New York World’s Fair. Now they’re collaborating
on a book about the art of cultivating marriage.
We last saw them discussing it as they were
gallantly conveyed through Central Park’s October
orange trees and leaves and autumn’s azure
skies
in a romantic horse-drawn
blue and orange carriage.
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