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I bought a ruby red candle holder today named Joy,
 the same hue as a stiff Negroni, luscious in August's heat

Neither color nor languor to be had though in this winter's sallow light

The bitter grapefruit rind swings  pink in its bath, the yellow skin  mellows the bite
of the liquor, a lizard, trans-morphed as the lion's mane is yanked off

Hope's verdant coat is stripped, and missing target once more, the
blue cold blood flows in my heart - oh the grace of saving face and lot

Survival is a triumph after all