But...wait!
Nicole Schoonbrood
seriously ask yourself
delivering thanks to their Majesty: do plants blow kisses to bees?
sneaking through heads of trees: where do Clouds plan to hijack Sun’s spotlight?
soaking up the Light of day: what does she do when Moon sticks around?
has she even met the Stars? those pretty faces
how absorbed they are ~ oh
I am sure she would shed a tear
seriously ask yourself
as if to mock those sticks in the mud
next to Fern bathing in Mother’s rays
as if he heard them gossiping
flowers reaching above his head: how does it make Soil feel?
seriously ask yourself
in their cocoon of expired
beliefs and exhausted dreams: what do doubts sound like?
our Eyes crave fumes of feasts: soaking up
handfuls of potatoes and garlic could never
suffice for tongues hanging by the greed of lips: could they ever forget the taste of regret?
Risks reek of sour milk
and park beneath necks of teeth ~ so what if you choke?
would you take another bite?