AVOCADOS

Over time, every 

one must 

collapse.

 

As if by many

serene degrees, one

gradually yields—

 

while another

does not; first, it's

impervious—then 

 

it just rots. But

time itself

glows unremittingly

 

green—

a tear-shaped 

lump

 

that will not 

ever just 

relax.