Orange pollen high

Orange pollen high

A Poem by Jon Roggie

Before any assumptions are made,
  I was trimming the orange trees.
I have to pace myself.
  
Now,
  my lungs might be reduced,
   and the lack of oxygen shows,
     still.

If a tree grows,
 especially one giving you fruit.
You give it some love.

The love is returned.
  It might take a season.

© 2018 Jon Roggie


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Added on March 13, 2018
Last Updated on March 13, 2018

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Jon Roggie
Jon Roggie

Porterville, CA



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