A cadence of coded colors…
A five-cup salad…

My goal is to be
Neither seller nor buyer.
It’s called holding on—
I get it wrong every day

First there’s a wild pitch,
Then a passed ball.
Everywhere magnolia, we all
Eventually granola

Being of one-way streets
We bathe in salt dreams,
Dead seas,
We scroll down

But tonight I’m thinking about
that dessert Grandma made

The one with
Pineapple chunks, sour cream,
Coconut, marshmallows,
And mandarin oranges

Everything she got
From the IGA