Citrus smells of childhood
Lemon, orange, grapefruit
Tasted through the open car windows
Letting March’s warmth in
As waves of the Arizona desert air
Come crashing against my cheeks.
My heart skips beats of joy
As the little girl plays hop-scotch
Skipping on one foot,
Then the other.
In black patent Mary-Janes
White ruffled socks folded
Neatly down around the ankle.
Magical smells of lemon grass
Tastes of yellow-gold grapefruit
All red inside like OPI polish
For fingers and toes.
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