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Thursday, February 2, 2012

Zesty Orange a poem by Jennifer Jo Fay

Zesty Orange

Evangelean peeled her orange

and began to cry  for

her soul had been pulverized.

Her thoughts had been revealed

and her secrets had been


Now she felt as if

her sanctuary had been gone

from her world.

So as she peeled

her perfect fruit,

she wished that her life

was flawless.

And it wasn't,

yet the zest of her fruit

was suddenly pouring

into her life

and making her see that

perhaps she could go on

and survive.

Nobody could take her zest

away from her.

She popped the fruit

into her mouth

and shoved the secrets

back into their drawer.

No more secrets.

Or so she would think.

Jennifer Jo Fay

Copyrighted February 2, 2012

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