i forget
how morning air
after lightning
sweetens
with a tang
of ozone aftertaste
drawing up the corners
of my mouth
bitter & green
like lime zest
but i like it
& for the first time
all summer
the earth
is saturated–
too late
for the tomatoes
but that’s
another kind of bitterness
i taste
‘but that’s
another kind of bitterness
i taste’
Like this ending
Thank you very much.
…and lets hope this Gulf storm springs water on areas needed and doles it out in needed measure.
I hope it does–it really is too late for my peppers & tomatoes–hopefully not too late for them.
I like how this poem “turns” with the tomatoes. That is very effective.
Thank you 🙂
I do so like the other kind of bitter–the taste of limes.
You might say this poem bears its fruit in the ending.
yes, it does.
ALWAYS on fire with life! BEAUTIFUL !
Thanks, Deb. Always appreciate your comments!
A marvelous deity of beauty and power friend ~ Thank yo. xo
Thanks Deb 🙂
This is beautiful.
Thanks, Celestine. Appreciate your reading & comments!