The Truth About Why I Love Lemons
For HHS Marching Band Lemon Gang
Of every fruit you find in the refrigerator
they’re the most different from the rest:
vibrant yellow hills blanketing the pale swamp
of the flesh inside; Lemonade perfect for protection
to keep you cool from hot summer days;
the rinds perfect for putting under
Tea light candles to brighten up the room.
I guess I forgot to mention how much I used to love taking the slices from restaurant water glasses and
sucking at the sour juices so it seemed that I
had it with my water. Now children
Do the same thing too, but usually don’t eat them.
If a lemon were able to be a person,
I’m afraid they wouldn’t be seen as a good friend. They would be misunderstood
and you wouldn’t have learned how they are: kind and caring, independent and shy.
On dry afternoons after school, they would make you
laugh with a sour joke. When you were feeling lonely
they would be the one who was right beside you
Because they feel that way too.
In some place they’re abundant, but near you, very rare, a sparkling gem waiting to be found
snuggled between the oranges and grapefruit.
If one thing were to be true, I’d want my legacy
to be just like a lemon. Not afraid to be themselves. Unique and part of a collective at the same time.
You’d have to search among all the citrus but then you’d be glad you didn’t pass it by. Maybe after you were finished, something in you
that had been sour for a long time
Wouldn’t feel so alone anymore.