Decompose

Decompose

Summer’s near

Or so I hope and so I feel

I spread the fan of words

Fold by fold wishing the sun is near

Passion heat wave 

Lift up my pollen, slap the sealing

I find there cracks

Pollen heavy turn down to gold

 

Will I recognize counterfeit?

The smith’s man said

Let’s not make shoe horse

Let’s not run away

Let’s weigh this gold by pressure on sand

Will it turn to mold?

Don’t fret

 Get out your scope!

Your drink lets dine on this porch

 

Let’s see will it decompose

Will it tarnish black?

Will it? Will it turn to mold?

Will you be there to see free radicals?

 

Free, free the radicals

And be free now

This earth needs gold