{"sf1_id":1520407,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Les Citrus, Pt. II","author":"DrRayneBell","words":158,"posted_at":"2019-12-07T13:44:00.000Z","tags":["Les Citrus","Les Citrus Part Two","Poetry","literature"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1520407-les-citrus-pt-ii","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/1520407","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1520407\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#22 of Poetry c.2019\n\nThe continuing, second-part poetical story of a hypothetical orange farmer.","content":"Les Citrus (II)\n\n* * *\n\nHere I am for another day,  \na chance for just a chance;  \neveryone has gone to pray,  \nbut I'm stuck in a trance.\n\nI'm never the morning kind,  \nnot like they need me to be;  \nbeing trapped in my mad mind,  \nalways looking down just to see.\n\nI like to work with my hands,  \nit's something they all admire;  \nthey love my bright red hairbands,  \nwhich I get from my bed post spire.\n\nThey cling to the wood so tight,  \nthey've left it a bad impression;  \njust like all my dreams at night,  \nand my semi-weekly therapy session.\n\nShe says I should try to think  \nof something else besides home;  \nI am just a thing on the brink,  \nliving where light has not shone.\n\nThe scents of my bright deeds  \nare all that keeps me on par;  \nmy job is just to plant seeds,  \nand get the fuck out to my car.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}