Rollin’ On Ripe Oranges

The cheeky grin and tinted sunglasses

Scream freshly squeezed on the

Blazing sun-day

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There’s a tanginess in the air

From a ripening garbage collection

A congregation of scavengers say

Grace for the spontaneous savoured meal

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Wheels fly by

The wisps of sun dried hair

Give visible flight to the speed of

The cheeky grin

The tinted sunglasses

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Ocean salt sprinkle scent

The air freshly squeezed

Freckles congregate across

Bare skin

~

What a beaut’

The well-cooked yolk in the sky

Giving grace to the scattering life below

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What a show

The fuss and flurry of

Fast and furry

Breaking fast over a fruity fly feast

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What a view

The bright bulb burning

Casting the perfect orangey hue

While wheels skate by

Golden strands of hair of sun rays

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This poem is the second in my “Can you taste it yet?” colour poetry collection. Writing about tasting purple was a lot of fun, so I tried this next one.

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