By a shed
in an orange grove
walking dusk
the coral
amid gray shafts
lighting his flesh filmy
and stepping deep
into the black under-turf
Earth and eve
he opens to the grass
and would fold
around the oranges
but the owners come faceless
picking
with pitchforks
He is trespassing
in an orange grove
walking dusk
the coral
amid gray shafts
lighting his flesh filmy
and stepping deep
into the black under-turf
Earth and eve
he opens to the grass
and would fold
around the oranges
but the owners come faceless
picking
with pitchforks
He is trespassing
He covers himself
The ranch women
reprimand
with their scarves
He protests
“I’m just passing through this orange grove
I haven’t eaten any”…
…in their house
he finds their daughter’s room
He touches her orange-skin thighs
She says she wants to live in the orange grove
in the shed
so she can see him when she wants
She says she will ask her mother
His doubts hang in the standing winter
uneaten
they grow moldy
and drop
The ranch women
reprimand
with their scarves
He protests
“I’m just passing through this orange grove
I haven’t eaten any”…
…in their house
he finds their daughter’s room
He touches her orange-skin thighs
She says she wants to live in the orange grove
in the shed
so she can see him when she wants
She says she will ask her mother
His doubts hang in the standing winter
uneaten
they grow moldy
and drop
into the grass
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