Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Imitation Summer

It has been called a pill,
and reputed to grow to the size of a beach ball
(If not the one in front of me, at least its ilk).
I swaddle in in my scored, scarred, stony hands,
Examine first with touch before I read the words
SOLID CORK & RUBBER CENTER
SYNTHETIC LEATHER COVER.
My nose tells me that it smells like imitation summer,
Faux Americana that fits in the palm of your hand...or...


Or maybe in my pocket.

No comments:

Post a Comment