The Online Literary Magazine of Cerritos College

Poetry

English

Dean Stivers

Oranges

I remember the days of summer, 

When I sought refreshment from a blistering heat.

There was nothing that was any better to eat,

Nothing was quite as sweet when picked fresh from the tree.

The cool citrus cleansed my body and soul;

I loved their sweet juices on my tongue

I felt complacent eating my oranges.

They always answered any problems I had.

I wouldn’t rush to call them a sort of security blanket,

But they did bring me joy and comfort.

The oranges don’t grow here anymore,

Instead vast structures of a material world appear where the oranges used to roam free.

No longer can I go and pick my oranges from the tree like the kid in his candy store.

My life will never be the same again.

I will always cherish the wonderful days of summer,

When I ate my luscious oranges.

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