today
i can tell you what
a dried orange peel feels
like
hanging on—
barely
wrapped in yesterday’s
color
now a duller shade
possessed by winter
contained in the
glass bowl of night
where mango and cinnamon
and cardamom
die on my lips scented
citrus
nut hard and inedible
a shade
of passion’s fruit
wheeled out on gurneys
of seasons past
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