![]() The OrangeA Poem by JDAThe Orange As I bit into my orange at breakfast, an image of the girl selling oranges by the roadside in my South African village flooded into memory. An orange, peeled and sectioned, becomes a planet divided, yet the fruit’s succulence unites us in our common yearning for life’s sweetness. © 2013 JDA |
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Added on March 28, 2013 Last Updated on March 28, 2013 |