My backyard is home to several citrus trees,
one of which is a tangerine;
Dancy or Fairchild variety
most likely,
but like the pound doggie I’ve just adopted
it can’t tell me its origins.
The fruit is exquisitely ripe just now.
I have just picked two of these
beautiful orange orbs
sundrenched, warm to the touch
warm to the tongue
easy to peel
perfect slices of sweetness
perfect reflections of the perfection
of Creation.