Gone to seed to flower to fruit,
I am the keeper of lime. I polish,
I snip stem from leaf, I flatten,
suture rind. Action. Has its merits:
Consider the pip. I wish
I were a pip, asleep and dreaming of
lime. Last night, I dreamt my father
was dead and I bursting with joy. I told
you how I construe a lime. I
told you where I’ve been. Pulp compels my sense
of caring. Pulp upon pulp, packed
and packed in. You wanted to hear a story?
Along came a seed. The seed wore
a hat. Made with the seed in mind. The hat
annoyed the sun, so the sun smashed
the seed. Who made a world of sense and sun.