Food Poem
By Bella Dail
Bright, puckering, opens
My palette with the delicate
Floral notes of orange
Thick, peeling rind,
Dissipating into cold
Stringy flesh of pale
Orange criss-crossed
With white veins
Exciting, delighting,
The prospects of a fresh,
Juice dripping orange
Zests my soul
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