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On Jaffa Street<\/strong><\/p>\n The orange spins the puddle jumps<\/p>\n orange turns in on itself before it can rest <\/p>\n Laura Davis<\/strong> travels and reads a lot. She currently lives in the Middle East and the people, landscape and stories of the places she visits inspire and shape her writing. @LaDaBel<\/p>\n Note: Jaffa St is a main road in central Jerusalem, named after the port of Jaffa – once a Palestinian town and now largely subsumed into Tel Aviv -which became famous for exporting oranges in the nineteenth century.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" On Jaffa Street The orange spins from the doorway startles the bright pitted sphere bounces on smooth dark stone the puddle jumps orange turns in on itself rolls tracing a narrow wake in the rain before it can rest the juice man counters scoops it up in a loose armed arc. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-14802","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14802","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=14802"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14802\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14803,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14802\/revisions\/14803"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14802"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14802"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14802"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nfrom the doorway
\nstartles
\nthe bright pitted sphere
\nbounces
\non smooth dark stone<\/p>\n
\nrolls
\ntracing a narrow wake in the rain<\/p>\n
\nthe juice man counters
\nscoops it up in a loose armed arc.
\n <\/p>\n