Tuesday, April 14, 2009

NaPoWriMo Day 11: A smile of orange

A Smile of Orange

He has his black
shirt on, the one
with flames
on the sleeves.

We’re sitting
in a bar,
he with a rum drink
he calls a Big Jake
and me with a glass
of wine.

We’re both dragging
after having painted
all day.
He takes the fruit
from his glass,
reaches over
and says,
“Here, have a smile
of orange.”

I chuckle to myself
as we let our arms
lean together,
the English teacher
and the biker.

When he leaves
to go to the men’s room,
I take my notebook
out and write
this poem.


anthonynorth said...

This feels so comfortable. Excellent.

gautami tripathy said...

I like the thought of English (or any other!) teacher and a biker!

Good one!

SweetTalkingGuy.. said...

Yeah, nicely done, I like the smile of orange idea.

floreta said...

i like the line have a smile of orange. it sounds cute and cheesy :D

Julia Smith said...

I love how you've ended the poem - makes it so immediate and real.

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