Sweet, sticky, pink pulp
dripping juice on my fingers.
Sometimes
I stab the orb
and saw it in half.
Carefully slicing
around the rind
separating flesh from fiber.
Or maybe I peel and pick,
popping pieces
like candy, then
quickly devouring
bite after bitter bite.
Always I squeeze
the last drops
and
slurp.
I love how you used grapefruit an extended metaphor for life. I can picture it so clearly. Be sure to include your unique url in your daily post...http://waggonerwhim.blogspot.com/2014/02/slice-of-life-day-1.html so that everyone can enjoy your words this month.
ReplyDeleteWelcome to slicing! This slice rings true for me. I love to "squeeze the last drops" out of everything I do.
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