The Tree of Life

Joseph Gomez   

  I sat in the old portable classroom of p -13

Next to me there was an individual who was acting very joyful

He was even gibber gabbering

I was touching a small orange sphere

It was soft rubbery like

Pealing through the skin Inside were full of root like material and white mold like stuff.

A crescent like shape when torn apart

Juicy center

Sour and sweet juice

A fruit from the tree of life

An old tree that's been there hundreds of years

As a threw away the worthless peals

The root like strings were stuck on me

All this time it took to grow

The roots stuck on me like a brain parasite

Once in the trash

I sat in the desk

And spend another day here

The tangerine tasted like an orange juicy and sweet

I sat there thinking about when the tree dies it will make no more tangerines.

Just like when a stranger leaves you never got to know them so if they leave you might never see them again

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