my hand holds
you as a slice of sunshine
folded skin
yellowed as honeydew
your pulp is not sulty as a plum
nor mysterious as dragon fruit
you are a yellow stripe in a strawberry field
of exotic and colorful produce
plucked & peeled
you are my comfort snack
as a well-worn shirt
i wear
through all the 4 seasons
many will have you fried in
sugar & cinnamon
or boiled as a steamed fish
or mixed in breakfast oats
mashed
you are home made bread
here is the tea:
i prefer you
fresh and simple as a daisy
bringing me
easy cares as light as butter-
fly wings
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight where I am hosting. Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate it. Thanks for your visits and comments.
