Pagosa Springs Artists

The Lemon


is round,
bright citron, all light,
electric-gold like the sun;
a blossom-fragrant invitation
repelling acidly at first taste--
its cut edge a wet starburst of
pale outflung rays; and a sliced
wedge is a divided, diaphanous,
shockingly bitter substance
shunned by most tongues
until it's paired sweetly,
in pure simplicity,
to day-stopping
hot or cool


first published in Illinois State Poetry Society 

©2010 Bonnie Manion


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