Poetry Is a Mirror











{December 19, 2011}   The Orange That Is Not An Orange

This orange is an orange but to me I see a baseball.

When I hold an orange

I imagine myself playing baseball hitting the ball and running to the bases.

 

When I look at the orange I don’t see an orange I see a rock. It is bumpy but

Rough like a snake’s skin.  I ask myself “Why are oranges like that, so rough

and so sweet in the inside?”

 

When I eat an orange I feel like I am in a tropical island setting on a hammock

and the breeze is hitting my hair.

 

But after imagining all of this I realize that when I hold the orange
it feels like my baby’s head when I first touched her!

 

        by Maria O.

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