Orange Lane

She sat alone

A hard surface beneath her

The sky as the limit above

Two hands

One face

Approaching without bounds

To peel away her bitter layers

To see the underlying beauty beneath

As she opened

She exposed

A greatness, something like the sun

Her radiance

She glowed

And her tenderness showed

As her body sat still

And her scents flew anew

She created a scene

Her own orange lane