sunlight through a glass of aqua holding flower
you are jiffy as a spigot in the door of my refrigerator
you are cheerful and listening, choosy and simmering
what rolls me to a boil so readily from you?
my agitated passion splashing the burner
with a wince and a hiss
like an old fancy memory
in the muscle of a fiddle
which would melt a heart of stone?
SCA. August 28, 2008