the track is one and true

this must be the territorial spread
where abundance or scarcity is moot
but would it be an entire state
say the size of Switzerland that lilies

with petals pink and supple yearn for
the courtly bearer of the proboscis
to settle softly for a long deft probe
and buzz away high on their nectars,

would it so be never would the gloom clouds
find a seat at the table in the sky
overlooking this bursting cream heaven
where we are all aware pleasures are

best in the carousel buffet setup
and a park with a walkway the orchid
speckles with freckled rosy assistance
in scent, so each return means a clean plate


About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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