Cineraria

Cineraria

Cineraria,
Double dare ya.
This cheap hysteria
Has got to end.

You’ll get the bends
If you must rush.
Put aside that mush
And gently, calmly, slowly hush

Your words and movements
Toward evolved improvements.
You’ll grow into them.
Cut loose and let out the hem.

Flash something new.
Mature composure
Isn’t after you,
But you might meet

Half way.
And on that day
Find something more
Than cute to say.

You’ll find
You can appreciate this world
Without legs smugly curled
Beneath you

From insults hurled
By cardboard people
With eyes to
To peephole.

As it may,
I won’t get wound up
If you choose to stay
And eat your meals on a tv tray,

In sweats and dirty hair.
Forever with an air of grace.
Even if it doesn’t always
Brush across your face.


2/26/21