You can find more info about NaPoMo here, here and here.OrangesGary SotoThe first time I walkedWith a girl, I was twelve,Cold, and weighted downWith two oranges in my jacket.December. Frost crackingBeneath my steps, my breathBefore me, then gone,As I walked towardHer house, the one whosePorch light burned yellowNight and day, in any weather.A dog barked… Continue reading NaPoMo: Poem for April 22
