you will never believe
what I'm about to tell you
because this is truly
an unbelievable kind of
incident and it is so
out of the ordinary that
i'm not even sure
that you would take seriously
what i'm about to tell you
and i don't even know what
to say about this but
there was really something
quite odd about the incident
and it is something so
out of the ordinary
that you will not even
see what i am talking about
not even in your mind's eyeballs
or even be sure what the deal
is about all this
the other day i came across
a massive kumquat among
the oranges and then
a slightly larger kumquat
among the lemons
and when i went over
to the bin where the
mandarins were
i found yet another
kumquat the bergamot bin?
another kumquat
kumquats a galore
i have to tell you
however
that this poem
isn't about the
kumquats
and even though
kumquats matter to
me even more so than
begonias
it's really about how
i feel about the citrus
and how i've slowly
become aware of my own
mortality and that i'm not
sure that i will endure
substantially more
centuries than i've
already elapsed
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