The Avocado Hunt

I avocado-hunted yesterday.
Abundance is no January theme,
but I attempt to make my salads gay
these homebound weeks, and avocados seem
a treat, in guac or served most any way.
I captured four. I know their color scheme –
organic local’s large and incomplete,
but three from Mexico I soon will eat.

(Ottava Rima)

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