Monday, November 25, 2002
oranges.
"Oranges"
Flock of suns
Crowded atop the rickety wooden cart.
Each one sealed
Under the dimples of its globular skin,
Blinding rays
Capturing the attention of passersby.
Tangy gas
Floods their nostrils, dissolves taste buds to puddles.
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