Poems of the Week

The Species of Orange

by Catherine Chandler

“I hope they now go and take a look at the oranges . . . the oranges of the investigation.”
Donald Trump (during a photo op with the Secretary General of NATO)

It might have started back in Spain—
Valencias by name—
or maybe in the Middle East
where Jaffas take the blame.

One might suspect the Chinese with
their Jingchengs, or a plan
by Vernas out of Mexico,
Hassakus from Japan.

Or was it all a homegrown plot—
a Florida Midsweet
or Sunstar or a Texas Joppa—
wouldn’t that be neat?

But no. The source of Mueller’s probe
(I wish that he were gone)
is sitting in the Oval Office:
Agent Orange Don!