Lemons

On a day when I have no sugar, I simply place my lemons in my cobalt blue bowl and set them in bright light. I take one, stroke its nubbly skin, inhale it's fresh-scented zest when it's bruised by a small dig. Whole but not round, I push the small, graceful nipple at the flower end into the center of my palm, its firm, pointed pressure. Thumb the pithy nub at the stem end. Contemplate the juicy, tart sections encased within. Lemonade is not the only potential value of lemons.