Bring an Orange (1)

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I have always liked orange poetry

I imagine blood oranges open
juice-dripping
or shards of peel
falling into snow
from wrinkled hands.

Oranges are wealth,
the necessary
addition to sad stories
like the one about the elephants
in zoos who starved
while humans shot each other
and built guns
to shoot each other
more.

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