Dónall Dempsey - C'est Ne Pas Une Orange!

A Parisan orange
lay bang
in the middle of the street.

I couldn't have
afforded to avoid it

the orange
of all oranges

lost & stranded

but still as
big & bold & bright

as a newfound
sun

in an unknown solar system.

The soundtrack
of Paris

happening just off stage.

Everyone had
vanished

except me & this
orange.

Somehow it found
its way to my head

& unravelled itself
in a concentric spiral

a swirl of orange peel
& white pith

like a Can-Can
dancer's skirt.

I ate it.

Oblivious to everything
else

my first
French

orange.

Dónall Dempsey

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