A Bag of Tangerines

by Rebecca O’Connor

About a dozen tangerines fell
out of my blue shopping bag
and rolled down the bus aisle.
That made them smile, though
it was only a bag of tangerines
rolling down the aisle.

A gentleman in a white tunic
handed me four at a time,
the lady next to me stooped down
and scooped up a few,
the bus driver slowed right down:
“Are they limes?” “No,
they’re mandarins, tangerines –
a little bruised now.”