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Banning, CA

Updated: May 20, 2024

Thin as winter fruit,

he stood in the orchard

extending his hand,

begging in an unknown tongue.


I was nine years old.


Fourteen years later

I want to offer him

a taste of orange

juice flowing down

a dusty throat.

--Jason Weeks


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Evy
06 sept 2022

"a taste of orange

juice flowing down

a dusty throat."


Such an image, I can taste the orange juice myself.

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