Something Striped

Poems, like peppermints
Hit the spot,
When you feel stale
And it’s been a long day
You unwrap the little beauty
All red and white striped
You open wide and
Pop one in
And the words roll over on themselves
You chaw through syntax
And savor syllables, quick,quick….slow
You suck out meaning
And tuck a little metaphor
Between your cheek and gum
Until you find a sweetness to swallow
Letting it sink to the deeper
Places of your soul
With the scent of mint in your mouth
You breathe deep
Satisfaction
The red stripes are gone
But the poetry lives on
Making its home
in your soul.