the snow outside is austere
the sky looms darkly
slowly, calmly I peel
away the tough skin
the scent fills the air
as I tear the flesh
my fingers feel the
pulp and sticky fluid
the taste is exquisite
gods fare no better
I can savor this
pleasure most any time
yet so many can not
share this bounty
the price is too high
for even one orange
it begins to rain
………. softly
the sky looms darkly
slowly, calmly I peel
away the tough skin
the scent fills the air
as I tear the flesh
my fingers feel the
pulp and sticky fluid
the taste is exquisite
gods fare no better
I can savor this
pleasure most any time
yet so many can not
share this bounty
the price is too high
for even one orange
it begins to rain
………. softly
1 comment:
Textures, scents, lilts, rhythms. Snow to rain. Peel and the burst of oil. To know how blessed, and to honor those who cannot in these lines:
Gods fare no better.The price is too high. ...softly.
Lovely.
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