restless
like a swishing skirt
I should wear that dress
grey and black stripes
oranges rolling forth from a bin
they thud
softly
hitting the ground
seek and find but never hunt for it
hunting begets hiding
hiding doesn’t need your encouragement
black and grey stripes stick to
the backside of my thighs
when I bend I see you looking
but someone must right the oranges
before they roll off