Baby Romanesco

I say inspire me baby, and you did.

Inside youthful lemon, lime rotund flesh sees

Fruity love so I bring you art to taste

Universal seeds from a family of

Cauliflowers

Voids that expand, ripen

to sprout and bloom.

Organic orgasmic,

roots and tides

Quenched under moonlit

pathways to grow

Smug night emerald:

verdant breath

by leaf with bronchial veins.

Spiral of conch, star formation and Fibonacci mathematical theories

Patterns to follow to ancient astrology, sacred geometry,

Divisions that are a part of a

Whole.

“In this is infinity” you say.

I nod and admire the spiral.

Wonder about the arrow of time.

Trouble breeds with territory and consistency but

The cauliflower will never wager war because we’ll eat it first,

Take a leaf out of your sprout.