A dried scrap of orange rind,
a smidgen of tinfoil stuck to it.
Suddenly, the bright sharp fragrance
of citrus intoxicates and bursts through
this ether, happily invading
the nose, eyes and skin..
I am transfixed again.
Waste is not wasted
when everything is saved
in a prayerful gesture of slow
ease and attentive listening,
like a summer’s day at the shore
complete with books and drinks,
snacks and open senses receiving,
smiling in the splashing clean
afternoon of laughter and waves
and toes squished together
in their own private mischief
buried under the damp sand.
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