They
laid
-
one on top of the other
one
beside the other
like
bodies in synchronised dance -
under
the warming sun,
their
porous skin ecstatically opened up to its arrays.
I
touched the first hesitantly
its
shadow momentarily cast upon my extended arm
-
half expecting my palm to burn
half
for the orange to melt inside it instead -
raised
and
held it
steadily
unmoved
rounded
by my fingers
and
further exposed to the sun
resembling
a well-designed light.
Observing
it
-
my eyes drawn
to
the promise of its infinite circles -
I
still recall
on
the days of careless youth
the
apples rolling on the floor
in
anarchy
and
disarray.
How
apples came to bear oranges
though
I
never realised.
April
2020,
Athens.
Photograph:
The Oranges; 25,04.20.
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