Tangerine Summer

The bones of summer
Were in the sun,
A peeled
grape in the sky,
Side heavy, like the moon-
In a
game I played
When I was very small,
Tea leaves in a
pot
And the heat of tears,
My teenage
dream;
Your hand is holding
Me.
The feel of
pressed heat
Caught in my split ends-
Love -
seventeen.
Is the sun as round
Or as heavy as
gold,
As a wedding band
Weaves its way round
knuckles,
Slippery, fish scaled.
I see children
playing
Mud pies, clementines,
Oranges at half
time
And scraped knees,
So I volunteer
at
Help the Aged,
Helping myself to
pensions,
3 o clock on the dot,
Every week of the
summer.