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.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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