Stop tasting that color for a minute
and listen- really listen.

Have you ever deciphered the rustling
of pine cones as they open their scales
and bellow true magic into the forest?
I think they’re teaching us
a language we’d be better off using-
without guards and with fewer adjectives.
Associative yet transient, we see
sugars below the canopies of conifers.

(If you let them linger on the tongue, these bumpy ideas will smoothly float like pollen, irritating but ultimately filling your garden.)