my skin hot from the shower
i find what you left
on the counter
and when i am done
my hands smell of lemons
i will smell of lemons
for hours
days
the rest of my life
floating and leaving no trace
my skin hot from the shower
i find what you left
on the counter
and when i am done
my hands smell of lemons
i will smell of lemons
for hours
days
the rest of my life
i could write a poem
about the trees i have planted
in my back yard
i can see them from the family room
i can almost see them from
my office
but not from a seated position
i have to stand in the doorframe
and crane my neck
to see the silver sheen
and the spindly avocado
but absent from view are
the lemon and lime trees
the trees i was most excited
to put in the ground
the lemon has blossoms on it now
and reminds me of all the things
in my life that blossom
that swell from a green bud
into the promise of fruit
and finally into the fruit itself
sometimes the fruit is small
or bitter
or ugly
but usually
it is a miracle