From a Photo (Was I hungry?)
In the distance, a pale blue pulp
Strung with wisps of marshmallow cloud,
Sways with the wind.
Two behemoths of bulging rock,
One colored as the blueberry,
The other green as the spinach leaf,
Stand proudly, heads raised high.
Before them, drowning in their tall shadows,
Lies a lake of white and gray,
Flattened like the summer sun melted
The tip of the mountain, smited it
Like an ice cream scoop, and now
It pours, drip, drip, down the reaching towers,
Down the avocado jungle,
Far below the sky.
In the distance, a pale blue pulp
Strung with wisps of marshmallow cloud,
Sways with the wind.
Two behemoths of bulging rock,
One colored as the blueberry,
The other green as the spinach leaf,
Stand proudly, heads raised high.
Before them, drowning in their tall shadows,
Lies a lake of white and gray,
Flattened like the summer sun melted
The tip of the mountain, smited it
Like an ice cream scoop, and now
It pours, drip, drip, down the reaching towers,
Down the avocado jungle,
Far below the sky.
