In the dark night,

Peeking out of her pocket,

A ball of flame –

Crooked stem,

Zest –

Dusty surface.

Feed for the day,

Precious like gold and diamonds

And surviving hope.

Peeled open,

Line

Of blazing white.

Half and half,

One slice at a time –

Juicy.

Flame drops spurt out,

Bubbling on the sidewalk.

Tangerine

Sizzling on her tongue

Juice and meat

Citrus

A fruit for some,

Treasure for her –

Tangerine.