Clementine
A fresh fruit,
fallen from the tangerine tree
on the head of a little girl;
locks of light
dipped in gold,
tangible flames
erupting from her scalp,
the sun to her solar system,
a sparkling spirit,
serendipitous.
little lamb
be careful,
a warning recapitulated,
countless cautionings,
take heed of the forest,
be wary of wolves.
but calves chase curiosity,
and jubilance seems boundless
when fenced inside fields
filled with familiar faces.
a foal
unfettered--
free
to venture
for veracity,
no longer
within reach.
a spirit of euphoria,
flying strange skies
never seen before,
leaving me watching
the clouds behind her.
a locked chamber in my heart,
waiting for its key
that will never return
the same shape.
a ripe orange,
fallen
too fast,
plucked by adventure
before I had the chance.