We talked of this for days and I was drawn to the subjectAnd you, perhaps bemused by such enthusiasmCoupled with my shaven faceMade you believe I was younger than my years

Elicit metaphorical glee

And memories

Of snowfalls in Indiana

Allow me to continue forth with this

And the bare emotion that I am allowed

To foster

Shall spill from this cup

For the years I might

Be allowed to live

Trying to prove beyond a point

That frozen bananas are so powerful an image

as to make my teeth chatter

And I appreciate your patience

in letting me stumble through my ephemeral inspiration