I played harmonica to an orange this morning
key of G, note by note, listening
for a response to let me know
it was primed for consumption.
Slipping off my shoes and slipping into bed
I lay there waiting
for the vibrations to echo
wavelengths of perfect pitch,
but I felt nothing
other than an orangey aftertaste
and that was all right, I suppose
it would prefer the key of C.