Oranges by Nolcha Fox

Art by Mike Armstrong

 Oranges

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

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 

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