A Poem: A small green fruit

A small green fruit

A small green fruit that’s cured for taste,
with water and salt and time that’s paced,
has oil that shines as light goes through,
and gleams with a golden bright hue,
and from it many meals are based.

Sour, salt, oil and bitter are faced,
in fruit and oil and even in paste,
eaten as sides and in dishes too,
a small green fruit.

With any meal a bowl can be placed,
and it would not seem to be misplaced,
as long as there were not just a few,
but enough of them that it would do,
and they were eaten with no haste,
a small green fruit.