An avocado, found in the snow near Portland St and Broadway, Cambridge, MA
An avocado in the snow. Who left it there? I do not know. Not Father, Son, nor Ghost so holy, Rebirths you into guacamole. Did leaping from some wretched fate Allow you to feel special, great? Or did, cast down like ancient foe, You weep from terror, weep from woe? But lie here now, near Portland Street, And rest, green flesh and tasty meat.