This madness poised upon your fork
is a sliver of sunlight,
fistful of daffodils,
…pitterpatter of rain on
summertime afternoons. Let it
thud; let it shiver. Give it
the license to skip and
shimmerdance across the bright
cobblestone tastebuds of your tongue,
singing a song of full-throat
fermentation. And let
it gild your heartcenter, shoot
lights into your fingertips that
guide you in this world that blooms
before you like a flower.

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