I licked a lime once

I licked a lime once.

Full across its face.

Always used to be a Kroger’s frozen concentrate additional pulp orange juice guy.

Now I’m wondering:

Is there anything else I should have tried all these years,

or:

was it the waiting all these years, drinking that orange juice, day after day, that made finally licking that lime so remarkable?

Not that the sensation was so very special,

I still prefer orange juice.

But the impulse -

Doing the deed I hadn’t done before.

I’m considering walking backwards all the way across the Kaw River Bridge…

maybe on my sixty- sixth birthday…

unless I tipple over the railing the day before…

from sheer giddiness.

T.S. Eliot considered whether to eat a peach or not.

Robert Frost took a lesser-used path.

And I,

I licked a lime once.