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Oranges

in my wake (the unnecessary line challenge)

By Cali LoriaPublished about 21 hours ago 1 min read
Oranges
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

Elegy

About the Creator

Cali Loria

Over punctuating, under delivering.

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  • Jay Kantorabout 21 hours ago

    Dear CL - You are the Queen of Metaphors. Orange you glad I said that..! jk.in.l.a.

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