The Lemon Thing

Clever it was, of that philosopher to ask:
what colour is a lemon in the dark?
 
Yellow, you say, of course it’s yellow.
But in your heart of hearts, you admit
really it’s black, when there’s no light.
 
And what about that memory - it’s locked
away, it’s buried deep - is it black
like a lemon, when you keep it in the dark?

You could prise it out, hold it to the light,
see the true colour, the way it was, the way

it happened, the way it must have hurt.

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