Tangy Odor

Darker dimples on the bright orange rind
Of a succulent naval orange
And how the oil sprays out
When the rind is pinched
Between a child’s finger and thumb
And the fragrance,
That sharp tangy odor
A child’s delight
Such a simple fascination
Over and over the repetition
And each time it never fails to bring a smile
And carries me back
That orangey scent
When I was that delighted child.



Fran Rossano April 2011