this is the poem:
After all, there's no need
to say anything
at first. An orange, peeled
and quartered, flares
like a tulip on a wedge wood plate
Anything can happen.
Outside the sun
has rolled up her rugs
and night strewn salt
across the sky. My heart
is humming a tune
I haven't heard in years!
Quiet's cool flesh-
let's sniff and eat it.
There are ways
to make of the moment
a topiary
so the pleasure's in
walking through.
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