Let's return to avocados. Who wouldn't want to. That sylvan butteriness. Beguiling color. What is the equivalent in a poem? Or in a line? Or a phrase? Or a single word? Or even the pit of a poem?
Much meditation to an avocado. Similar as time unfolding a poem.
Wrestling with the meanest of questions
ReplyDeletehad always been a hobby of his
And he contemplated the act of losing
as in losing an object, or one's mind.
But none of these ruminations were practical
and he decided to contact a friend from the village
to see if he would check out the local cafes
and let him know about the errant wallet.