Another way (Day 916)

Grandmother sits back and considers 

the lemon with the palm of her hand.

Now is a heavenly time, under a tree, 

in the cool dust mysteriously missing 

since May.

She squeezes a waterfall of warm juice, 

slippers sucking at the linoleum, pulps 

it into a mug.

Rain drips from the eucalyptus trees’ 

dagger-shaped leaves, smelling of 

secret closets. 

This morning, we are hunting wool 

socks and heavy blankets.

After adding honey, she settles.

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six

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