ode to an avocado


Your green plump ripeness hearkens summer

How I listen and wait

And flick your skin

With my nail to check you

I will wait until you are

Perfect, perfect.

Then you are mine.

Sometimes on your own with a dash of lemon

Or mixed with garden treats in a wonderful guacamole

On fish tacos you make my tastebuds and capillaries sing

And always smiles.

What joy when you ripen!

The day is glorious indeed.

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