Citrus Hopes

By EJ Loera

She peels an orange
With sticky fingers
And a heart that shrieks
In underground subways
And the shadows of skyscrapers
And the rubber stains of the freeway
Hoping the citrus will cure the plague
Of a world consumed by consumption
A people screaming that Life
Must be more than these things
Arbitrary divides of private property
Leaders taking shade from a Joshua tree
Children whose first word was “war”
A lost generation grumbles beneath
The asphalt with which we buried
Their dreams.
 

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