Three Oranges

on the kitchen table
nearly forgotten,
one with moldy skin
blue fuzz floating in a dimpled soft lake
flies a nice arc from the back door
to the woods for turkeys scratching and squirrels,
the next
a fine orange ball firm with
some promise
cuts open to brown rot through and through
foul
splats hard in the garbage,
the last orange
nothing special to recommend it
peels to perfection.