I Want to Be the Orange

I want to be the orange.

The blueberry has merits –

special powers relative

to its size (a superfruit!)

– but is too easily lost,

tiny, accidentally

squashable, dusty, inter

rupted by its husky stalk,

soft, hard, sharp, sour, out-of-time.

I want to be the orange.

I want to be generous

and tough, vibrant and yielding,

delighted and protected,

largely idle, throwable

and catchable, and beaming

all the while – able to spare

my golden afterglow, so

sure am I that I was there.

© rebecca watts - PN REVIEW (ISSUE 268)

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