We grate the skin of oranges
and pull the teeth out of boredom’s yawn
give our radar-ears new juices
We boil the rinds in round, glass flasks
then collect clean and clear liquids
as smiling heads absorb new skills
We remove the peel of distance
Gaps between taking part and sleep
are shut in the citrus morning
We take our shaved oranges home
skinless stars of the teenage world
that gleam in our mid-life daydreams