165. Baby

There is something somewhat odd with the new breed of Naval Orange I have been buying from the local market over the last month. Namely, once peeled the fully grown oranges almost always house a smaller less matured orange inside them; as if expectant fruit mothers. I wrote this poem about the phenomena. 

Orange shell holds juicy swell, 

Sweet and citric, rhyming hell, 

2 for 1? Try small inside, 

Baby born from orange hide. 

(Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016) 

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