I DREAMED OF ORANGES

I Dreamed Of Oranges

I dreamed of oranges

In a white china bowl

On a brown teak wood table

In a small yellow kitchen.

I could smell the fragrance

Hanging in the sun beamed air

So sweet and tangy

I could almost taste them.

Checked blue curtains billowed

In the gentle morning breeze

The window was open

And somewhere a child sang softly.

I stood in the doorway, puzzled

Something felt so right

Something seemed so wrong

But I didn't know what it was.

My eyes caught the sight

Of a tiny baby shirt

Hanging on a clothesline

Swaying, swaying back and forth.

A dog chased a big black cat

Through tulip beds of red and purple

And in a moment of bravery

The cat turned and stood still as stone.

There were no cars, no radios

The world was strangely silent

Except for the wind blown lullaby

Of the faraway child.

The floor was cool on my bare feet

But it felt so good and comforting

I walked into the sun beam

And took a fruit in my trembling hand.

I peeled diligently in one long peel

Until I got to the last piece

And then it broke off and hit the floor

So loudly that it woke me up.

So sweet, so juicy, so tantalizing

I raised my dusty hand to my mouth

Lying there in the baked red desert

Dying of thirst and dying of longing.

I dreamed of oranges

In a white china bowl.

           

©by Voo

Aug 13, 07

10 p.m.

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