Pixie Stick
A treasure so well concealed,
hidden behind walls streaked with color.
Not revealed with ease, but strength –
be it with knife, key, or scissor
the gift is exposed.
Exhaling its dusty sucrose,
it leaves a puckered grin and filmy lips coated with sweetness.
The pleasant talcum is a memory
of a baseball game –
the home team is winning,
children are shrieking,
and Dad is drinking a beer.
Next time, I think I’ll try blue.
