Monday, March 09, 2009

A Taste of Grapefruit

[Don't forget to go see the other folks who have posted at the Monday Poetry Train Revisited. Some cool stuff there each week.]



A Taste of Grapefruit

The sweet-tart taste of red grapefruit
can't conjure sunny southern orchards
for me.
The sticky juice on my lips
doesn't recall its warm Texas tree.

No, the soft spray as I bite
takes me to Quebec City's winter carnival
with the city socked in with a blizzard,
and my delight at finally being able
to order part of my breakfast in French.
Demi pamplemousse, s'il vous plait.



4 comments:

Linda Jacobs said...

Cool memory! I like "soft spray."

Tumblewords: said...

A truly delightful poem...

Fledgling Poet said...

I loved this...my mouth watered. :~)

Great read!

sister AE said...

Thanks, Linda.

Hello, Sue, I'm glad you like it.

Hi, FP. Thank you.