graze the peel with my nail
the juice sprays my skin
the fragrance is bitter
the fruit is sour
but the skin is cool to the touch
and it tastes like home
lemon, lime, satsuma citrus
they line the halls of home
and each is as familiar as the scent of your grandmother's favorite perfume.
when the rain comes,
they shelter you with their boughs,
and when the drought comes,
you mist them with precious water.
greet them by name,
and love them like family.
