GROVE DICTIONARY

Orange blossom, you say?
Life rarely holds such a gentle scent,
yet sometimes my mind goes back
to words I learnt in an orange
grove in Lemonodassos, April 1983:
'citrus' that shrinks the mouth
into the O of an orange; 'sunstroke'
that laid me low for three days;
and 'zest' that sustains me
with memories of the blazing fruit,
that sudden revelation of words and light.