byron in my tea

flip flops, Simon, Garfunkel, & primary colors
this diorama-fishbowl feels a little
European, in its way:
i never quite know
if i’m on the inside or the out:
but it’s lovely and suddenly
i wish
i could still taste the Byron
in my tea.

sink back to me and
           i feel obstinate again.
savor the breeze
           on my cheek & the swing of
                     the trees but
                                         i forget
                                             how to
                                bend.

~ by krgaskins on October 16, 2008.