Luis Batista

In the Orange Grove






On a hot summer day
feeling thirst dismayed,
like a little bird I peeped.
I was then startled by the last orange
rattling through the dry branches and
leaves, fallen at my range...
whoopee...such surprise
turn up my day's treat!
There, I found it luring till
seized, squeezed, wanted to gulp,
fondled it heavenly great;
and through its crinkly shrunken peel
punched a hole for its pulp
and sucked through...
oh my...oh my...
wasn't it ever sweet?!

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