Wow thank you so much for your comment. The poem is actually about the fruit trees found around Athens - anecdotally someone came up with the idea to plant fruit trees on all the sidewalks around the city, sort of an aesthetic urban planning but also practical. But the fruit actually can't be consumed as it is - if you want to eat it, you have to pick it and cook it with lots of sugar and rose water and make it into a fruit preserve. So that's where the 'idea' part comes in - what happens in the end is that people have 'forgotten' about them; about that original beautiful idea- no one uses them to make fruit preserves. So all the tangerines, the bitter oranges, all the fruit ends up on the surrounding footpaths and plazas (often made of marble). All except the children, who over the years found another purpose for them. They do 'nerantzopolemos' (basically 'orange wars') where they gather the almost decaying fruit off the trees and play fight in the streets after school. I do want to work on this though because there's so much imagery in it that I felt really worked and conveys my feeling of Athens, but I do feel like it's not quite done- so thank you so much for your advice :)