Some can’t handle
what’s behind
the eye
neither
can i
but i say
to what’s
in front
hey, calm
down
for a while
haven’t you
seen-
the perfect yellow
lemon
trees, the
kind
that stand
all by
themselves
in Tunisia
man, you just gotta
look
at them, when the day
is water
to pull them
out
or place them
back-
-lighting
your steps
like effortless
seeds, North
of Africa
maybe
listen
to how
the insects
and bark
moan
and relocate
around
the apex
of their
form, the
gathering way
they have
collided
laughing at
the coke
atom’s punch
under out
and away
but
not yet

are they not

yellow still.