Oranges
in my wake (the unnecessary line challenge)
Photo by Charlota Blunarova on Unsplash
I went to market
on saturday
and the oranges
were fluorescent
ripe
hip level
navel
gazing
we smelled
each
other
and I
plucked
one
straight
to my
teeth
stood in line
oozing
sweet
paid
by
weight
less
what was digested
sucked the
remnants
on my
teeth
till
sunday
at
church
the minister
said
all
rise
and we
sang
a hymn
this poem is about my mother dying
after church
driving
home
there
was a deer
who met
my
gaze
as I drove
straight past
I did not brake
dared it to cross
it gave a silent
nod
lifted
its head
to scan the horizon
ears
pressed
nose
smelling
oranges
in
my
wake
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Cali Loria
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