Would it be rude
to slice an avocado in two,
remove the pit with the clockwise turn of a knife,
add precious kosher salt flecks to taste—
so coarse and so white—
and eat it, scoop by scoop,
with a spoon?
Avocados—when not raw
or almost-ripe,
but just right—
are elusive, slippery,
hard to find.
The finger-feel,
between firm and soft:
tantalizing.
The exquisite mouth explosion:
sought after and rare.
The color:
gem-green and sublime.
Why not celebrate such a moment
with the simplest of preparations?
Why not celebrate the ingredient—highlight it?
Why not enjoy this gift with salt and spoon:
the way a child enjoys peanut butter?