magda peczek

Clementine - Poem by magda peczek

o the clemintine
the simple sphere
made of a singel shell
with the sweet light orange
fruit nesting inside

pores in the skin
the stem on top of its head
the size no bigger than
a golfball
the cousin of the orange
only way smaller

its so simpile looking
but inside a complex order is set
its skin very deliate
very easy to perce

as you sink your fingers into the skin
it starts to bleed
the orange liquid dripping
as you tear open its flesh.
the clemintine's color may look orange everywhere
but inside the skin is coverd with white fur

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 31, 2012

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