The Original Sour

oh that all sourness in life could taste like apple green candy
the same colour light up the skies on the
simply marvelous mondays.

perhaps it would in a Paradise
perfect as raspberry vinagrette
concocted by raspberry sunset

or close to it (all deadlines being
fruit-filled there)

and this is the original sour of the sourdough bread out West
the reason the lemon puckers at the seams Cinderella
in your jumping rope dream of a dress

not forgetting the tangerine
the cherry popping pickling fizzling of
the sour balls, jawbreakers and the rest

oh sometimes sour is best we could have said

in the land where the cream never curdled
over the strawberries

mary angela douglas 28 january 2016