The Absence of Wavelength

Candy

The Sugar Dispensary

         Like my mother.
Should I hide chocolate gems
Like the ones we found hidden
In her musty armoire,
Beneath socks and hosiery in the drawer,
Behind the screening flour and sugar canisters
Low on recessed shelf
in packages dusted white
Or share
Watch eager looks broaden
to smiles with each morsel dispensed
into grasping, clutching hands,
the cellophane wrappers
a trail back to their caves,
the playrooms, on the grass
below the swing of a littered set,
Watch them grow sick
Ail before meals pushed away
Without surprise
Their chocolate or sugar blob rewards
for nothing But burgeoning indignance
spills into teenaged years
of truer freedom, when they
Make the most pointed, defiant experts
if proven false whether
right or wrong,
the ignorance of adults
who share their tender morsels.


11.4.2018
7.19.21 edit, second half needs more work