Intense,
not shy, a lemon
makes
cherries and peaches
seem
like overly mellow people
who
parse their words,
smiles
like spilled sugar bags.
And
your yellow--what fun
to
hold a small sun,
rub
the roundness, put the skin
to
your lips for a tart kiss.
Serve
lemonade cold,
a
big metal spoon to stir it,
charming
green tumblers
that
your grandmother had
the
perfect place to pour into.
Some
gossips say that lemons
are
too extreme. A water fall
is
extreme, splashing over rocks,
diving
down, happy
for
a messy landing.
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