The Dissectors

The dissectors have arrived
and they’re here to analyze
that thing you found one cool, clear morning.

Bright, blue, and sweet smelling,
it’s a small piece of fruit
that you plucked from the corner
of your heart without much planning.

But now they’re here 
and they’ve brought their pins
and scalpels and specimen boards. 

They’re going to run their tests
and break the small thing down
into pulp and skin and seeds.

Let them, for when they’re through
you’ll still have your memory to savor
and a bumper crop of fruit to harvest
on a thousand carefree strolls.