Poem: The Orange Tree

By: JD DeHart


Pelican mouths
carrying whatever pelicans carry,
perhaps microscopic fishes,
floating in the air just beyond
the dock

Life keeps going
carrying shopping bags into
a set of sleepy mobile homes
an orange tree offers no shadow

Mad hunt
for a device that can be hung
on the wall to describe
not only the temperature
but also the barometric pressure

In the sand
a promise of a childhood kiss
passes by quickly
fast as a car leaving the state.


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