Poem: In Season

It's an eccentric fruit,
in color, shape, structure,
pronunciation, and spelling--pomegranate.
Suddenly it shows up in stores,
some in piles, some in bins,
some big--more than one pound each, 
some small as a tennis ball.
The seeds are so red, 
almost hurting your eyes;
eating them are so messy,
hands sticky, face splashed red. 
"But it has Vitamin C and anti-oxidants.
It keeps Coronavirus away," one says.
"Says who? Pomegranate sellers?" One asks.
You know it's probably not true, 
but can you afford not believing it, 
losing the chance of getting some virus protection?







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