dangles, just out of reach, like my neighbors ripe
oranges above an eight foot wall in my yard.
green ones are easy to reach. They trail down
wall to where I can grab them,If I am nimble.
big navels above my head, bobbing beyond where I can
I can leap tantalize me. I can almost taste
sweet, not tart, their juice will be, their pulp
stringy but wholly edible; their white inner skin
for gnawing all the way to the orange outer peel.
globes of orange's glory call out for
ladder to be set up in the middle of the night.
I dare? What if my neighbor caught me on it?
been collecting green ones. Small puny items
line my window sill and ripen too slowly for
than refreshing my garbage disposal. They
look alike for some reason, even when turned
morning to face a new day's sun. My turning
touching does not fatten them up like those
on those tall trees. They do not grow any
nor whet my appetite toward biting into one.
peers are like that, too available and too green
waste my time with all that turning and slow
They are only suitable for sweetening the
in the disposal. I want the big ones at the top
the tree. The ones that challenge me to fly up to
they move from side to side and do not drop
they are ready and I am able to gather them
my apron until it sags from too many all at once.
would not alienate my neighbor, but the urge to
the ladder is so great. If the moon were not
and ready to shine on me stealing her oranges,
maybe I would just go for it. All that dangling
me dangerous. The full moon does not help
I could cast some sort of spell upon them?
to coax them down before their time?
is that book that shows how this is done?
it work on those navels and on that man?
they drop willingly into my lap knowing I
tear them open and eat them while the others
and mourn their passing into my great maw?
will they resist my charm and stay fastened to
beyond my reach, beyond my grasp and
my willingess to risk being caught stealing
my neighbor? Maybe I'd better wait until they are
to fall down for my pleasure. Maybe I,
make do with greens ones for the present.
it is time to stay out of that yard, where
dangle, as he does, just out of my reach. It
be time to set fire to that ladder, too. Such
temptation it has become. I will go find a match
earned summa cum laude degrees in business and
management, served as first woman chapter president of an
accounting association, broke ground in several spheres
of influence over time, then decided to learn to write by
writing. Nearly one hundred poems later, she continues to
rescue cats with her beloved spouse David.
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