Bitter lemon

January 22, 2016 at 8:12 am | Posted in Poem | Leave a comment
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I asked the grocer

why he was selling just

USA

lemons.

He said the sun had

fried all the flowers in

Queensland.

A melancholy

Eureka.

 

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