Carolime Time

of forgotten cores and hearts

A poem

i live in this large world of expansive green, grey and brown.

fruits litter my path and i lean down,

bending at the waist to bob for them headfirst.

i suck them sweet and dry to the seed,

pelleting them out by the teeth.

i continue my jaunt, sometimes stroll,

sometimes sprint

against none other.

i come upon rocks

and place the minerals under my tongue,

where they spur the onset

of thirst-quelling properties and relief.

i survive.

i spit them out

and they land along the side

of forgotten cores and hearts.