Oranges by Nolcha Fox
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Art by Mike Armstrong |
for my grandpa
Perhaps the citrus sunset
brought you to my table.
You peeled an orange,
skin all in one piece.
You handed me a naked half.
Eat, you said, eat.
Now you offer sweetness
to wash away my sorrow
that you died before
we shared another orange.
This poem appears in “End of Earth: A Collaboration of Poetry and Painting” by Nolcha Fox and Mike Armstrong
© Nolcha Fox
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Nolcha Fox |
Nolcha Fox’s poems have been curated in print and online journals. Her poetry books are available on Amazon and Dancing Girl Press. Nominee for 2023, 2024, and 2025 Best of The Net. Nominee for 2023 and 2024 Pushcart Prize. Editor of Chewers by Masticadores. Co-Poetry Editor LatinosUSA.
Websites: https://writingaddiction2.wordpress.com/
and https://nolchafox2.wixsite.com/nolcha-s-written-wor/blog
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/nolcha.fox/
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