The floor is oranges. The office is a desk by the door.

We pack what came off the trees this week. Valencias now, navels when they are actually ready and not when a calendar says so. If a crate is soft, it stays in the grove row and does not get a stamp.

The table by the window is where I pull the ones with a crease in the skin. Those go to juice, in a bin, not in a box with a name on it. This week's Valencia. Why the floor is cold in the morning.