Watermelon and Oranges — Jacqueline Suskin
In the morning I eat
watermelon and oranges.
I'm barefoot but wearing
a thick wool coat. I forget
what day it is, what season,
what chores call me out into the yard.
I give rinds to the chickens,
drop seeds for the woodrats
and leave the sweet juice
on my mouth as I read a few
poems aloud to the snow
covered mountains.
