Orange in a Ditch

by Gary Margolis

Thrown. Fallen.
From a bag.
Lost in space.
Last night. It was

the earth slipping
between us. Coin
of the realm. Discing
the sun. Shade’s

shadowing the moon.
More plum-red
than blood-like.
You asked me not to

wake you. In the middle
of the night. Morning’s
soon enough.
For the stars.

In love’s discarded
universe. Down there.
Ice-melting.
Among the spiking

buds. Bags and broken
mirrors. Reflecting
all we were. And are.
The in-betweenness.

Not knowing
when the next time is.
What’s left to be seen.
Leaving us. What you feel.

When I wave my hand
across your sleeping
face. With nothing else
to compare this to.