We talked of this for days and I was drawn to the subject
And you, perhaps bemused by such enthusiasm
Coupled with my shaven face
Made 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