Thursday, August 14, 2014

The Kiwi

It comes half-way around the world
To meet my mouth, mmmm.
Its strange bristly skin
Is Conundrum
What do I do?
Peel?  Or Eat!

Inside the sweet green (green?) flesh
Is ensparkled with seeds, another problem.
Like my life it mixes
Bristly with sweet,
Sweet mixing with bits of blackness.

So I respect it.
I consume it whole,
The bristly with the sweet
The fuzzy tickling my mouth
The seeds crackling,
Little microscopic firecrackers.
The sour and joy leaping, dancing
Sweet across my tongue
And I - content.

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