Birthday Poem

One’s five in mine; she created a Flower, at a thin honey-coated beehive. The other passed a dated Snorkel, and in all that sweetness he told it to “dive.”

Four cold breezes and a Silence later, the petals felt Thirst and drive to Plunge in the deep house of Sharks, taste the saltiness, Smile, and Survive. Many wet winters passed, now spring have Seem to arrive.

They paddle back up for soil and light where a “delicate” is meant to Thrive.

“Bury the stings and the vacuum bubbles with(in) the roots, but keep the Teeth alive. And regarding that little dusty chalkboard tag of yours, just scribble ‘twenty-five’.”