Lemons

What are you going to do

With those lemons?

Oh, those are left over from

When I made lemon bars.  It was

Cheaper to buy a bag of six (maybe).

They’re sitting in the fridge going bad.

Three lemons, in the bottom left drawer

Sitting on quart-sized yogurt tubs,

Mocking me each time I swing

Open the refrigerator door,

Their withering peel darker

And more brittle every time

I give in and acknowledge

Them, taunting me with the truth

That eventually I will face the

Shame of tossing them into the trash.

(Have you still not set up a

Compost jar in the kitchen?)

Decay tries to mask the scent of

Real homemade lemon bars.

I finally had made some

And they were just right.