Oranges

Oranges Frost in Florida once, I planted an orange tree among thousands of other orange trees in an orchard when in Florida. The coppice belongs to a friend of mine who invited me to plant the tree a day of wine and songs remembering the old day when we lived in the Algarve. I can pick out my orange tree among the mass of trees simply because it is the most beautiful one. Like in a pack of dogs, it’s easier to pick out your mutt it has friendly eyes; we can also call it love. My friend in Florida died, so did my canine; for my tree I hope it survived the frost.