I had a dream about picking lemons
near the top of a sun-kissed lemon tree.

My feet placed on a hold in a bough,
with my body's height I soared
through the branches and leaves.

Picked one, picked two, picked three
choosing lemons with arms outstretched.

Most of them ample in size and good in color
yet upon brushing those lemons they swung,
displaying a callous sore on the side, riddled with holes, with ants.

Picked another, five, six, seven
better this time, for there was one with only a mere blemish.

I then wondered profoundly to myself,
if these lemons this high up the lemon tree
could be so tainted so near the top...

With fingers outstretched
          branches and leaves parted
I looked atop several delicate stems at the top of the lemon tree

....as for lemons, I found none.



On a second thought there might have been two or four
too far away for me to reach.

I can try to leap and take the fall
or maybe I can take the lemon with the blemish
and make my lemonade.

Maybe I can get off this lemon tree and find a different lemon tree.
I wonder if it is easier to climb than this one.