Tangerine, A Sonorant Coercer Poem by Paul Mwenelupembe

Trees, were trees made first
Such a sonorant coercer amid
Rolling innermost circles, to the tree
Down are the seas with an over look
Falling between lines of a rolling tangerine sea

Trees, were trees made first
Tangerine trees, this tangerine
You can reason, this lake of petals
Tangerine fruit only you can sleep on
And peel off, you will hear this
Sinking tangerine salt sea
Tangerine tree, a fruit to die on