Poets Corner: Orange Poem
Orange Poem
pressing the bright smoothly waxed skin
against green Sunkist glass ridges
wrist spinning evenly
remembering 72nd Street, my mother smiling and
whirring white porcelain
draining below into a full cup
afternoon juice, freshly squeezed
between studio hours
one summer in Lacoste
my first taste of Rome
looking into broken glass crystals
sparkling up from the bottom
of my orange juice
morning walks to downtown Tangiers
crustless white toast
and a small glass of bright orange
juice
no tropicana or pasteurized, only hand turning
squeezing clementine, tangerine, and dash of mango
vjrs 1/26/12
Valerie Sonnenthal has signed her poems "vjrs" since she took her first plane to California and found a lost memo planner before committing her heart to poetry. She is Editor and Co-Publisher of Avalon magazine and publisher of Errata Editions. She and her family have lived on Martha's Vineyard for the last six years.

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