Flight of the Lemon
I awoke this morning,
All was Grand.
Till I met my neighbor....
A lemon in her hand.
“Hold still” she shouted
“A target I need”.
So there I stood
As in a freeze.
She looked at me
Both up and down
She judged the wind
Without a sound.
She swung her arm
With all her might.
A yellow blur.....
The lemon took flight.
At me, At me
The lemon did fly.
Numb with fear
I closed each eye.
I felt a breeze
Pass by my face.
She missed! She missed!
By God’s good Grace....
Copyright © Jon Fieni | Year Posted 2015
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