Lemonlight

by Ksenija Spasic

Did you know it gets cold here
Enough for sweaters and shuddering
For fingers to raise gooseflesh along the arm
Winter’s got me again
And the moon is as cool here as anywhere else
In the backyard, an overturned boatload of shadows
Light on the white hull
And the still-forever-green plants
Lean over it
Watching
Quiet lemons among the leaves
Are cooling
Metamorphosing
Absorbing moonlight through their big pores
It condenses around the pits
Who knows what will happen if I don’t go to sleep
A thud of frozen fruit
Lemonlight on the ground