She reminds me of the Sunshine.

Pretty girl
who has the face
of ripened tangerines-
She's Up and Down and seasonal.

In Winter she withdraws and keeps
her grins beneath a cloak of shy
and insecure and lonesomeness
and bleeds our West Coast Rain.

But oh in Summer she becomes
that lady fair
who'll grace each page
of all our humid fairy tales.

When wavy rays of red swirl down
and tickle by those sunburnt ears,
when soprano singing floats along
the muggy perfumed air:

She's there.
She's smiling down on you.
She's There.

07/23/2004

Author's Note: Ode to The Orange Girl II

Posted on 07/24/2004
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