Is this the sun,
condensed into a flower?
Distant energy
facilitates fine subdivision,
mitochondrial machination
building petal,
sepal,
branch
and bower.
Sound struggles,
beats on baffles
beneath the strings.
Sweet escape
eludes
then exudes
mellifluously.
Pine needles,
waft,
scent air
evoking
place and season,
sharp
to unshod foot
yet gentle
olfaction,
calms…
relaxation.
Sensate to a feather
brushing my cheek,
soft,
sensuous,
soothing,
like these
sibilant characters
typed
on a page.
Childhood memories
evoked
as yeast,
after millennia waiting,
interacts
in the present tense.
Air carries
intense anticipation
of taste across
the park,
use my loaf,
collect my daily bread.
AnDrew Pratt 8/2/2021
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