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Citric Acid?

by Richard Fish

I live on an orange.
Its skin is bitter but go deep,
For further inside you'll find
It can be so sweet.

Bumps and ridges form
My valleys and my hills,
So fresh and plump for now,
But in time it will wrinkle still.

And your giant finger looms
Above my head, falls down
Into the land I stand upon,
Causes earthquakes for miles around.

So gradually you destroy
My home. I will be alone
With nowhere to go. I'll stand
On sweet segments and groan.

I wish I'd never
Made this orange
My home.

08/20/2008

Posted on 08/21/2008
Copyright © 2024 Richard Fish

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Olivia Martin on 08/21/08 at 11:26 PM

This is actually really intriguing! There is something so bittersweet about this piece, it leaves me wondering whether to laugh or sigh all throughout the stanzas. Nice work, Richard, good write.

Posted by Karl Waldbauer on 02/08/11 at 08:33 PM

This piece, like the orange, is bittersweet. Thanks for such a fulfilling read.

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