I was given a rare fruit
To feast upon, an orange
With a fleshy core so red
It bled in my mouth
Tangy pulp lingered
I was reminded of my heart
And the distance
To those orange groves
The remaining pieces
Of bloodied fruit
Resting in my palm

04/10/1998

Posted on 01/25/2003
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