Five Quarters of the Orange

getting in the way

All the same

I remembered a farm neat and thriving and busy, horses, goats, chickens, rabbits….

But I remembered a farm neat and thriving and busy, horses, goats, chickens, rabbits….

There was some interest in me for a time. Some curiosity.

Try to remember the time of its ripening, that summer, that hot autumn, the time the well ran dry, the time we had the wasps’ nests, time past, lost, found again in the hard place at the heart of the fruit….

becoming pungent, evocative, a scent of autumn past

make eerie bird-frightening sounds,

My memories are flavored with their scents, their colors, their names. My

, thick as grapes, syrupy with wasps in midsummer.