While eating some sections of oranges
the other day, I marveled at how
the tongue, assisted by some muscles
in the mouth  and jaw and cheeks
manipulate the contents
until the seed and nothing else is left
and then it’s made ready for extrication.
I also ate some grapes
and marveled much the same —
though their seeds are smaller
and require a slightly different methodology.

I’ve eaten seedless oranges and grapes
and  wonder how such oranges and  grapes
are propagated if there are no seeds to plant
since seeds perpetuate what grows.
But what do I know?

I remember spitting fights when we were kids
with water melon seeds — how we got real close
and spat and ran away and laughed.  What fun!

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