Love Poem to a
Navel Orange

The pierce first and then the fragrant release
reminding me of Florida mornings and the trees lit
with song of parakeets.
One bird finds a rival in my window’s reflection
and pokes the glass with its curved beak.
We struggle for what we think is underneath.
I pull the segments apart
little hemispheres with a fine arc
of spray. Middle finger thick.
I place the first segment in my mouth.
Such a small eruption. 
Such a drenching seduction.

Carol Berg

Carol Berg ( is addicted to her homemade banana chocolate-chip muffins and eats them two at time, like cookies.