PROVISO, TANGERINE

Pesky paprika sun,
how dare you burn my eyes?
It retorts,
“How dare you stare into mine?”
But I need them,
I work hard.

Screen an impossible dream,
dabble in vocation
of tangerine.
Splice every scene
with the proviso:
you must withstand
the strength
of your opponent, the sun,
if you want the hard won.

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