Essence of orange
\nthe oil of peel flying up
\nto my eager nose.<\/p>\n
I wore a sweater
\nand, the day too warm for it,
\nleft it by the door.<\/p>\n
Tonight’s setting sun
\nrippled bright through the windows
\nand crept up the walls.<\/p>\n
Fingers, off the keys,
\nlift up the forgotten pen
\nto scratch the paper.<\/p>\n
—- and a last minute bonus —-<\/p>\n
My old fountain pen
\ncleaned and refilled and writing.
\nMy fingers gladdened.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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