Avocado – Don’t mind if I do…

Avocado green – redolent of
sickening seventies bathroom suites

But that green is only one variety
most avocados are black

Black and knobbly skins belie
smoothest of pale green flesh within

Smooth till smashed and served on toast
the latest trendy café go to – with marmite please

Go to Israel and elsewhere to see groves of
avocados greedily sucking the soil dry

Avocados ripen to the point of ripening
but left on the tree – ripen no more till picked

The ripeness of an avocado is inscrutable
hiding buttery softness or bruised decay – till cut open…

© Andrew Wilson, 2023

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