Another fruit poem, just for the sake of writing a tangle of words.
If the day were fruit
I'd grimace at the lemon's tang
chomp into the green apple's tart
trickle orange's sweet upon my chin
while all my concentration
focuses on that coconut in the palm fronds
which I cannot beg to drop into my lap
Bo (who sometimes wishes for that which she cannot have, while holding a cornucopia in her hands.)
“Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, "I will try again tomorrow.”
Mary Anne Radmacher