Pandora’s Bananas

A year ago, it was all bananas
and he called me Pandora
because my box
still held mystery.
An amazing grace
comprised of glazed
nuts and ribald banter
made for a perfect day
– and I relive it over and over
in hopes of achieving
full enlightened monty.
New angles and dangling bits
grow longer with late day
shadows. I am a shadow.