I am not certain whether it is happenstance
or God just has a wicked sense of humor.
I love the idea of fruit, something wonderful
hiding under a protective skin, and by fruit
I mean anything developing from the ovary
of a flowering plant, so avocados are fruit.
The sense of humor comes from the design
God chose, the outer covering that leaves me
wondering about what lies waiting within.
I have learned to discern what ripeness may
be, depending on the species of fruit in hand.
but the humor lies in never knowing, when I
cut it open what I will find inside the skin,
and just how much I paid for something
that, all too often these days with international
shipping, is not fit to eat and goes straight
to the imagined composter that my community
will not allow homeowners to have and maintain.