Writing Lemon's (Poetry)

Consider, then, the single pips that fly
from fruit-filled words -
those small-tailed comets flung,
left hovering, ill-spaced
and like lost commas hung
up to dry.

Abused-in-silence dots -
the slaves of grocers in their trading prime
who sprinkle punctuation marks
like seasoning on every tray of GREEN'S,
felt-tip their SPECIAL OFFER'S day to day -
TOMATO'S; DAMSON'S; APPLE'S; APRICOT'S -
apostrophes so casually high-slung
and misused in bold display.

It's surely well past time to let them go -
release these tiny captives from suspense -
they'll find their rightful place
in some smart novel.
Meanwhile, LEMONS will make far more sense
in simple plural.