By Alexander Polo
The orange was once ripe,
The one in your basket;
You’ve left it for too long,
No one wants to pick it.
Its layers were once godly,
Its juice is deprived, constrained;
What was once sweet’s now acid,
Nobody wants to be drained.
There were days with chances to blend,
There were ways to provide what’s prized;
They could’ve meshed within your cup,
But now, purpose is realized
Alexander Polo is an emerging writer from Miami, Florida. “With Prayer,” his poetry piece, won first place in the 2026 Columbia Scholastic Press Association for Best Closed/Traditional Poetry. He continues to strive and get his work out there, along with helping unheard voices be heard.
