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28 September 2008 @ 05:48 pm
from some distance  
Title Oranges
Author Gary Soto
Notes This may not be the most insightful poem ever written, but it’s for me, at least, it was beautiful in its somewhat harsh simplicity.

The first time I walked
With a girl, I was twelve,
Cold, and weighted down
With two oranges in my jacket.
December. Frost cracking
Beneath my steps, my breath
Before me, then gone,
As I walked toward
Her house, the one whose
Porch light burned yellow
Night and day, in any weather.
A dog barked at me, until
She came out pulling
At her gloves, face bright
With rogue. I smiled,
Touched her shoulder, and led
Her down the street, across
A used car lot and a line
Of newly planted trees,
Until we were breathing
Before a drugstore. We
Entered, the tiny bell
Bringing a saleslady
Down a narrow aisle of goods.
I turned to the candies
Tiered like bleachers,
And asked what she wanted—
Light in her eyes, a smile
Starting at the corners
Of her mouth. I fingered
A nickel in my pocket,
And when she lifted a chocolate
That cost a dime,
I didn’t say anything.
I took the nickel from
My pocket, then an orange,
And set them quietly on
The counter. When I looked up,
The lady’s eyes met mine,
And held then, knowing
Very well what it was all

A few cars hissing past,
Fog hanging like old
Coats between the trees.
I took my girl’s hand
In mine for two blocks,
Then released it to let
Her unwrap the chocolate.
I peeled my orange
That was so bright against
The gray of December
That, from some distance,
Someone might have thought
I was making a fire in my hands.
Kaypuzzlesoflove on September 30th, 2008 03:39 pm (UTC)
hey do you know anywhere that can download music? :)
Stephanie: Bonesmundaneusername on October 3rd, 2008 11:28 pm (UTC)
:/ Not really! Also, since we are friends, it'd be awesome if you posted more personal comments that aren't related to whatever I posted in the posts at my lj (:
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Stephanie: Timemundaneusername on October 3rd, 2008 11:29 pm (UTC)
Isn't it awesome?
What'd you say?