Candy Land


Folded petals for my batter,
With crimson drops of lovely dye,
In swirling, smooth, and practiced motions,
Intending pastries for my eye;
The oozing dew of melting butter,
For the moist and tender, springy crumb,
Would fill the stomachs of the nations,
And churn there as a rule of thumb!
Whilst the fluffy clouds high overhead,
Expand to Buddhist mantras chanted,
Benumbing minds with sweet conundrums,
As if the honeyed twilight slanted;
And sparrows spin, and sparrows race,
Like Hershey’s kisses in the sky,
O’er formulaic, blackened books,
All opened, and the words would fly;
Like sacred chanting in the temples,
Of gastronomic feats and lore,
The candied violets, sugared faces,
And cordials blooming in each store;
So crystal lollies fall like rain,
Beyond the towered city walls,
With peppermint, and Turkish roses,
Before the ancient morning calls . . .
And thus with sweet, sweet magic said,
Our bellies burst upon the fields,
Where once the flowers bent their heads -
To return upon our laden shields!

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