i planted a miniature lemon that now made a small tree much to my surprise

even when i cut it off right at soil level to rid it of lice it made new branches

there were three shy lemons at first miniatures too small duplicates

skin so thin juice so thick as the branches hung over the vast void i feared

they would fall into that wide chasm and be lost but i saved them

the first one hung there so green for so long when it grew lemon-ripe

i picked it gently it dropped into my palm the second one bent the

branch in an arc and stared down to the street below quite at peace

i took it softly and quickly its yellow skin perfumed my hand the last one

fell to the inside brightly on top of the soil i rescued it with lemony

fingers cheeky owner of the three happiest lemons in africa on one coast

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