Tangelo

So you´ve found orange stains under your fingernails
Peels discarded
drops of juice on the table
a slight zing subsiding from the lips

Remember when you started peeling it
 how anticipation hung
like the cottony short threads of internal skin
The subtle rip and the ease of the skin as it seperated

You were so young
 time went by
 fingernails grew
The fruit was ripe

Now the inner fruit is naked
Pick out a segment and break it between your teeth
The juice fuses with the saliva in your mouth
Though the pip distracts you from the sweetness

You knew little
events passed like harvests
Your eyes both opened and squinted
Even fruit has it´s stones

Finish the last segment
Discard the skin
Throw the pips on some heap of earth
Maybe one of them will sprout a tangelo tree