The taste of oranges
Was it just the juice of oranges?
Was it childish innocence?
Was it just a summer barefoot-song?
Have I swallowed it amiss?
My mouth remembers tasting it -
remembers it was sweet.
Where is the salty flow of tears?
Did sorrow soak into the soil – or run,
or roll, into a wider sea?
A sighing breath escapes.
Has every piece of me grown up?
Does any of that child remain?
Do I desire to find her soul?
Or, am I safer lying tame?
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