Papayas and Lemons

In your garden grew a beautiful lemon tree
In mine there was a papaya tree

We breakfasted on fresh papayas
sprinkled with ginger
and drizzled with lemon juice

Until one day a raging storm
blew down the papaya tree

Now we eat our breakfasts alone
and you take your lemons to market


Previously published as part of Gabrielle Bryden's Citrus Fiesta.  

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I've also posted another poem about Malawi on my Shapeshifting Green blog, you can read it here.