Kinnow

Descending snow hills we had hail
On windshield and rain to   wipers
Nodding to clear  car’s misty eyes.

Hail came and went a-misty eyed.
On road’s sides lay the thinking ice,
Scooped up into sculpted humans.

We now descended the white hills
Landed in the endless green plains
A verdant land of milk and kinnow.

Kinnow was a discovery’s girl fruit
Through the mists of a car window
As fresh as a college girl in giggles.

It is  poor man’s orange and fresh,
A girl’s smile into our car window,
After  descent from apple country.

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