Hurricane Lodge

What is it makes my daughter
love them so? Rarely sweet,
far from uniform, they sport
night-colored globules
like miniature tumors
yet are said to fight cancers
and other diseases with the strength
of gods. Stroke those mismatched
jewel-drops too hard
and get an early summer
embarrassment
of riches: shiny,
gentle explosion
paints your fingers.

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