Tangerines in DecemberA Poem by Jon Roggie
I use a picker,
one able to reach across the fence. House is empty, and the fruit is going to waste. Wait until after the cold. Let them rest. Tangerines are always sweeter after a freezing night.
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Added on December 18, 2016 Last Updated on December 18, 2016 AuthorJon RoggiePorterville, CAAboutI tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..Writing
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