Lime time
Out comes the knife
I avert my eyes
Protecting them from
Wayward juice
That sprays
Into my pint
I enjoy the smell
Of citrus and rind
Freshens me
It’s plugged
Into a beer
Drowning in the foam
Infusing it with
Tangyness
And soon
It lies dried out
Like so many of
The hasty drinkers
Left to rot.
More tomorrow...
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