Fingers & Toes


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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