Her Candy Wrapper

Chocolate bar
Melting
from bulky heat sweating
on top
of a designer silver wrapper.
Still sweet,
a flower trampled
by a field
of bludgeoning
grunting lawn mowing
machines. Ancient soil
breathing
sugar from a tin foil
pipe, feeling high
when all those grassy
knuckles and palms
get a taste of that cool
breeze. The sun
is telling the grass
is telling the bugs
ah smell that sweet
burning up the clouds
bringing silt like a mighty river
collecting chocolate sand
at the basin of this earth.