Diving For Oranges
I was seething with anger
as I spread my arms and watched the serpent grow around my waist
I had a taste for oranges
And I leaned forward into the grove
that seemed to magically grow closer
The breeze seemed strange as I flew though the air
I saw a blurry, green carpet just before
a heavy thud closed the door of my body, and turned out the lights.
Copyright © Zaida Ruiz | Year Posted 2012
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