Lemons
watercolor by Donna Andrews

lemons

oblong and plump,
they flaunt
their perfection of dimples,
too many to count
	(their little sisters
	in the basket beside them
	limegreen with envy)
they glow in the language of
sunflowers, daffodils, marigolds,
so confident in their yellow,
my plate paling awkwardly
as it tries, in vain
to contain them.

wait

This day
goes slowly;
the sun, seemingly crawling
hand over hand through the sky.
In the windless silence
dust settles still and
unstirred on the ground;
my forlorn mailbox,
like a scarecrow,
keeps watch 
on an empty road:
	still no mail...