Tangerines

It hits you in the face; Bisan's moldy tangerine.

Staring so hard at the citrus it starts to gleam.

You like the photo and begin to daydream.

All the moldy citrus you've ever thrown away because they had a little green.

Bisan looks up at the sky to something coming out of the smokescreen.

From the river to the sea.

A million tangerines rain down on a free Palestine.