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Tuesday, November 22, 2011

The Lime (Prompt: Fruit Poem)


Lime sits
in lemon’s shadow,
smaller, darker
maybe even a little unfriendly.

Rarely the centerpiece,
often,
an afterthought.

Usually relegated
to being sliced in half
and squeezed over
the star of the dinner show.

But then,
take a bite
and she sizzles with cool zing
makes the mouth water
and brings out something
exquisite,
hitherto unk—

ach –

I just drooled
onto my keyboard.

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