ORANGE
(a.k.a. Dymphna's first poem)
An insignificant seed
spreads its reaching arms
and begins.
Sunlight brings it forth, creating
its fragrant, vibrant miniatures
similarly suspended in space,
the dependent extension of a branch
is released by the ripening of age.
Covered in an inconsistent skin of hills and pits
a lingering oil encompasses the imperfect shell
adding to it’s seemingly significant
lack of aesthetics.
Exploration of what lies within
reveals the splendor of a sunburst flower exploding
with rayed petals.
Foil-like fingernails force
the separation of skin and flesh
staining it with a golden blood
in the process of liberating a segment which being
veined, as a leaf of translucent
woven spider web filaments
harboring the fragments
which return to the earth.