Lemon Power
It’s one of those fruits you
can’t take by itself,
can’t even lick its acidic
tartness and tanginess with-
out puckering.
It’s a team player only, and
for more than lemonade.
Remember the night you flew
To
We ate your favorite pie made
from not yet mature, green ovals.
The whipped up eggwhite on top
didn’t look quite right.
We nervously laughed and couldn’t
understand why the meringue was
weeping and shrinking,
making the crust wet.
When you returned, my bridesmaids
wore yellow, as bright
as our eyes could stand.
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