Originally published on Swank Writing

Sugar Cane

What is this sweetness?
Honey golden viscosity
Or
Artificial lab experiment
Granules powdery and slipping
Across a kitchen counter
Raw sugar cane cut fresh, bleeding onto the tongue
Peacock fanning azure glory,
Empty bottle on the beach,
Without message, label peeling.
Puzzle missing pieces, incomplete completion
A dreaming spinning into stars
It lingers in unasked questions, seed of hope, splinter of bliss
Beating heart of sugar cane
Meeting machete happily, knowing it will live on
Sweetening the forever days that beckon

 

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