oranges

Oranges

 

Frost in Florida once, I planted an orange tree

among thousands of other orange trees in an orchard

when in Florida.

The coppice belongs to a friend of mine who invited

me to plant the tree a day of wine and songs

remembering the old day when we lived in the Algarve.

I can pick out my orange tree among the mass of trees

simply because it is the most beautiful one.

Like in a pack of dogs, it’s easier to pick out your mutt

it has friendly eyes; we can also call it love.

My friend in Florida died, so did my canine; for my tree

I hope it survived the frost.

 

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