Habanero High
whole reed-baskets full
uncountable peppers
wagon red, Kelly green, lemon yellow
mandarin orange, seed-pregnant
vested in limy leaves impossible
to snap off each crevasse-skinned
bulbous-shaped fruit for a taste dare:
keep a water cracker rescue near
for tame ones, raw onion to save
your tongue for the wildest burns
each first cracked-half bursts
in the shower of the kitchen sink
sudden coughs huh, huh, surprise
your throat fire-lined, vision blurred,
seeds spew like confetti, spiral
down the drain, lost garden magic
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So fun to get lost in the colors, the sensations, the pull at play in these words. Nicely done!
Thank you, Jessica. I’m so glad you enjoyed!