Your mouth opening as it takes in
the bitter sweetness of an orange's
flesh
peel littering the worktops that
your grandmother spent hours
scrubbing down
scrubbing until the very eye of
the oak starred back at her
we don't have time for such
arduous chores, we don't look
at wood in the same way
we do not respect it, until
the sky spits out a spark
and the trees that held the
oranges, burn down
what are we now?
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 1:18 PM UTC
Your mouth opening as it takes in
the bitter sweetness of an orange's
flesh
peel littering the worktops that
your grandmother spent hours
scrubbing down
scrubbing until the very eye of
the oak starred back at her
we don't have time for such
arduous chores, we don't look
at wood in the same way
we do not respect it, until
the sky spits out a spark
and the trees that held the
oranges, burn down
what are we now?
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