sitting in bowls

Seemingly
all the oranges sat askewed.
A little old     A little withered
tad too stale and... oh so blue,
Stolen

from majestic trees 
to sit in bowls
for you and thee
Seems

now they weren't for eating being
Past some sell by date, but who
can tell
when things get dumped
As if they're only waste and,
Seemingly

and old she was and so stale and
as wrinkled as old time
but oh just like those oranges
her inner pip was fine
And

seems they came together
to know freshness
Deep inside
Shame to write a thing off
till,

You know where treasures hide.

M ~