“Have some faith,” he offers, extending a marigold basket,
Is it round and white and spongy? I ask
“And sticky and drips from trees.”
Is it brittle and lined and aged? I ask
“And soaked in delta waters.”
Is it gnarled and craven and smiling? I ask
“And gurgles on its deathbed.”
Is it close and warm and vicious? I ask
“And lives in your childhood dreams.”
Wisdom Wears Neon Pyjamas 
I like the way the combination of words roll off my tongue…like waves slipping away from craggy rocks.
Love the images each of the lines conjure as well.
“Painfully esoteric” is the right phrase
In this post, you and i are out of phase
The words do conjure
But leave me innure
Shall move on — for others to come and graze.
M4: 🙂
Aunty G: Sorry! Public programming shuts down every once in a while.