© Beth Roberts
Kids use candy to fill in spaces, gum together a day's incisors.
Touching the topic, we laugh--zotz, wacky wafers, tired
circus peanuts, fleshy pastel faux pas, but brief. Grown up,
we get more or less more. Strong or sad, both, addicted to the
hard candy of events, beyond the stretch with gaps of nothing next
to nothing to the day that rolls out a ticker-tape of sugar dots all in a row . . .
to the chocolate hour! of the day . . . what do we have of it? Enough
to laugh . . . laugh through a fault of one's one. Enough for now.