Vending Machine
ice cream pearls pinecones pieces of cloud tender fronds cardinal staccato
moss-veined twigs coneflower petals kite tails sea glass mist
thunder’s edge grass perfume rain-stained rocks
slice of titian sunset Chinese yo-yo
lace fragments
tumble & slide down
a woodsy chute lined with Aegean
sea tangle glistening like crocodile eyes into your soil-
smudged waiting hands trembling with anticipation like childhood
6 thoughts on "Vending Machine"
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Wonderful images and rhythms!
Thank you!
What a fanciful moment this poem evokes – thanks!
Glad you like it, Nancy!
A good list poem is a treasure as this is.
Thank you so much!