those grapes, perhaps

you ponder the orange.
the bright glow
of it's skin under
the neon store lights.
you take one from
the top of the pyramid
that the man in
the blue apron placed
just right. balanced
and neat. he eyes you
eyeing the orange you
may or may not purchase.
but it's beyond the skin
that you need to know
if the bite is sweet,
if the bite is cold, should
you buy not one, but
all that your arms
can hold. you put it
back, there are other
things that hold your
interest, those grapes
perhaps.