The title poem from my first book, and one of the many that started with words from the mouth of a young child: lemon heaven lemon heaven lemon heaven...
Squeeze
Wherever
you are
is
somewhere sour or sweet—
a
lemon heaven
full
of juice to squeeze.
Some
days sting
and
others pour like sugar
from
your spoon.
This
lemon heaven isn’t high or blue
but
here, and yellow,
and
you,
only
you,
are
holding it in your hand.