amaryllis comes in many flavors snow sometimes slants when will politics make improvements? strawberry amaryllis walks right in snarling at snowfall saying flowers don’t abuse women female rabbi demands ancient answers untranslatable tablets found there’s more knowledge in flowers aren’t all rabbis ancient females snow’s setting in untranslatable strawberry soufflés, first course ancient untranslatable second course arrives edible flowers abound distant whale sounds sing loudly singing memories of the future they thought so singing, singing, never stopping singing echo above sea level roads people ponder protest extreme weather patterns manifest warnings swim swam have swum under and in soufflés until willows swill scotch seltzers no tree left behind pleas a branch fell right into the money jar no money have I none neither do you so together we’ll be bereft piles of words mound high counting moon phases feathers flew across our minds consult the feather field guide mostly about toucans and birthdays and cookie monsters we live in the country they wonder why the thin place is nearby it’s a wordy country here full of vegetables each word is a pea lots of potatoes with eyes carrots without tops one frozen leek left behind carrots have eyes too, y’know you can sit on a mushroom, never ginger some folks sit on rocks large, smooth, flat and shakers made fine furniture some rocks start to shake like a quaker I’ve never dated a dentist dating a dentist really bites tooth-growing oysters what a very weird universe s is a yellow letter in my synesthesia I mean my synesthesia scheme can you hear sunrays? see trumpet calls? taste the shape of words? if you spell synesthesia with an a (synaesthesia) everything changes because a is red synesthetes come in many colors snow sometimes slants when will untranslatable make improvements? if you stick with me what everything does will be the backwards opposite improvements make untranslatable demand flowers hear, see, taste everything will make sense again you’ve got another thing coming I see people nothing will ever make sense nonsense to making sense again the mysterious mind memories within time plus space do you know the future will be there? time might go backwards, sir if only pleasure were limitless beyond the mind a tiny speck of sand if only you knew how limitless pleasures can be like little engine dresses yes the small pleasures roar like mighty engines here sometimes they are jets you mean nuclear jet engines like the speedway’s oh save us and the trees more trees will save us air moves through we hear maple sap drop trees taught us to breathe sap rises up we see windy voices say nothing is really real tonight the wind laughs oysters jump on our plates.