Among the Orange Groves

wherever i am the stars are

and the stars dissolve, resistant

perfume of a dizzy mood, shadows

can’t keep still beneath the trees

nobody misses the past, its dark and

darker green, its flocks of crows

by a dry riverbed, the crows settle

the crows leave trinkets in the leaves, the weight

of citrus comes and goes, the river fills with light

the trees are trimmed to round

and stars are blossom shaped,

sometimes the oranges hang so low, i know

no other sun would drop like that, no sun would bother

to varnish the oranges