orphan dreams-- Katherine S

there were dreams about orange groves
I remember leaves the color of midnight
the hem of my dress touching my knees
my bare arms reaching up
I imagined that was what heaven would be like
just oranges forever
we would carry baskets in the bends of our arms
no one would wear shoes
so the grass would slide between our toes
and our laughter would hum like rain through the fields
as we carried our bounty home