Tangerine Dreams

On the way

from the beach

to our mountain home,

it was about the time

the taste of salt water was

disappearing from my lips

that we would come

to the congregation

of bamboo stalls,

vending cooked food

and fruits, in great variety.

But we never stopped to shop

aimlessly or haphazardly.

We were on a mission of

delectable proportions; juicy

in its delicious decadence.

The perfect cap to a fun-drenched,

sun-drenched day;

on the way

back to our lives,

devouring

tangerine after sweet tangerine.

So many years, come and gone,

but still, I often dream

of golden days

when nothing mattered,

but the sea, and the sand

and those oh-so-blissful,

those oh-so-beautiful,

sweet, sweet tangerines.