She peels
an orange in the rain.
The scent remains
on her skin into civil
twilight. Her orange
raincoat fits perfectly
across her shoulders—winter
only seven days away. The color
of any aroma captures
her eye when she stands
still long enough to open
anything blocked.
Enjoyed and appreciated.
M
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Marie Marshall
writer/poet/editor
Scotland
http://mairibheag.com
http://kvennarad.wordpress.com
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Thanks Marie.
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