Lemon Zest

Lime and lemons, citrus sweet, the somber cry of fruit

is it not to let me go that seems to be so cute?

if only i were to be given a chance at dancing brief at dusk

it’s the things we hate and things we cry for that call out, “we just, Must!”

if an orange tells its tell in taste and a leaf in words of green

surely it seems, to me, in time, that there are things yet to be seen