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From that Branch
I am perched
among the blossoming flower buds
and buzzing bees.
I am snatched
from the branch when I turn
ripe, a bright yellow — a direct reflection
of the sun.
I am placed
into a straw basket, with those like me,
waiting to be whisked away.
I am carried
from the bumpy road and old, rickety steps
and brought into an afternoon
brightly lit room.
I am pressed
and rolled on a smooth surface
and my juice releases within.
I am bold.
My sheer skin is sliced by the battle sword;
my light, citrus scent adds
joy and excitement to the room.
I am picked
up from that smooth surface and gently
lifted over an empty bowl.
I am compressed,
face-down, letting my nectar trickle
down, filling the bowl,
and joining together with the crystals below.
I am priceless.
We are twirled with aspiration;
the delight of seeing one content with our pride.
I am satisfied.
From a little seedling and a blossomed bud,
to a lovely fruit that served its purpose.
I am a precise wonder, from that branch.
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