I noticed
a small
perfect lemon
in the street–
but I didn’t see
the tree
from which
it came…
minutes later
by the cliffs
the ocean was
chopped to pieces
by the storm
but the wind
had stilled;
no sign of origins–
the beach disappeared
all the ridges
solid green, from rain
and more rain, then
on the way home
the lemon, smashed
in the street
and still
no tree.