Death of Me and Meyer Lemons
I thought I’d lose my Meyer lemon tree,
I worried there would be no stopping death,
Who knew how many other trees might fall.
I held my breath .
I saw these furrowed tracks inside each leaf,
ugly oval lines of sickly white,
ominous; the leaf tips curling in.
Such horrid blight.
The nurseryman I called knew right away.
Leaf Minor: diagnosis. Took my breath!
I watched these miners climb down unlit shafts
to untold death.
Strip mined branches outstretched all around,
black lung racking coughs from every stem,
widowed wives of fruits and sooty children.
I prayed, amen.
What a relief when he said, it would live.
I was grateful for the words that I did hear,
There would be no deaths from eating sour fruits
that it would bear.
Yours in citrus,