Thursday, July 4, 2013

Oranges

I went to the side of the street
To the cart full of oranges
They reminded me of you

In this dream of oranges
You are orange

I thought of your hand and my hand
That night
I was a clumsy dancer

The oranges from the cart
Spilled across the street
The oranges rolled amongst the people

I dove to the ground and
I grazed my knee
Someone stepped on my finger

At least I grabbed one orange
And I thought of you

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