thinking allowed

what a creature a poem is:
not fish, nor foul;
a white bowl
to cup the sum of image, thought
tangents, the
geometry of love;
garden of the healer
or acrid trench of those who've
spent too long in bitter winters of defeat...
a marbled whip;
emotional trick
or treat.

it invites investigation;
bids reader "wield your spoon"

pavlovian receptors -
tastebuds howling for a distant moon.