What reason?

walking down rows of
cucumber sandwiches
brightly colored apples,
this is the reason
circles aren't circling
rushed inward
crazy swirls of
colored cottoncandy
spinning green chakra
alive
breathing down tomatoes
watering easy-listening tunes,
this is the reason
songs are written for clear-cutting
wrapped in salsa
walking under troll-bridges
this is the reason,
age-shadows push t.v. trays
freezing in a circus of
high-rise condo's and their hello's.

Comments

AC said…
I love food poems

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