Under The Orange Tree Poem by Brian Kilpatrick

Under The Orange Tree



Under the orange
Feet propped up
At least temporarily
Cigar in hand
Smoke curling
Head unfurling
Crickets sing
A leaf tickles my head
A spider rests in web
We contemplate our work
We are both content
We watch the smoke curl
And the night unfurl
Under the orange tree

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