An orange dream descends upon the city.

I stand at my window eating the last mandarins of the season

On the first day of spring

The brown buildings make desert light of the sunset.

Below: sirens and skin,

Arms, legs, chests, necks, bellies,

Finally tasting the air

Hungry after their hibernation

Skinjoy snaking through the grid, the steam,

Again the sirens rising up,

I finish the mandarins, dispatching sweet winter.