• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 11
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Food for Thought

What becomes of a tangerine,
that small round luscious orb
perched on a pale putty curl,
balanced on a brownish lump,
on the edge of a desk
at the top of a tower
in Skyscraper City?
What becomes of the hand
that turns that tender titian treat—
ripe and ready—
into art?