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Orange Poetry - Dec. 31, 2024

  • Gary Hunter
  • Dec 31, 2024
  • 1 min read

it’s a little thing in front of

the day’s staged poem

 

a tiny box of ripe mandarins

 

which empties every day

with a few copies of the

written work missing as well

 

tonight   a full-size bicycle basket

sits where the little box used to

a fruity hopefullness

 

makes me wonder if my citrus

understudy will overtake

the main event

 

and yeah  I understand

that a sweet juicy orange

can unlock an amazing door

inside you

 

where a poem merely

attempts to find a key

that will fit

 
 
 

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