Orange In My Pocket
When I arrived I brought with me
an orange in my pocket
it warmed me nearly, as my girl
her picture in my locket
providing me security
like Linus and his blanket
it cleansed me of my awkwardness
its scent wafted about
helping me to feel at peace
once I took it out
its orange glow provided strength
in a chilly world
just like the warmth I felt
back home with my girl
it transformed my imagining
dead trees came to life
the fruit it bared
that I held dear
I gave it to my wife
a chance to strive
our drama free from strife
red is fine, yellow too
it's better when they meet
blending in a fruitful whirl
my girl is orange sweet
Copyright © Brian J Potter | Year Posted 2016
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