Poem: Finally!

Around me is feeling a molecule dance, better
I am going outside in a t-shirt.
Smelling onions or in pea soup, boiling.

Every tree is an upside down
Colander, through it’s holes
Come pale nipples.

I point a funny finger
at a white flower,
in the abundance
of Evergreen Avenue.

I wiggle it,
Flower answers,
foo-loo foo-loo foo-loo.