He was a human
a pretty hue
fit for a man
imperfectly perfect

He told me

"Taste the grains of sand
to find brown sugar cubes
hidden amongst the gravel pit
but only
if I believe"

And what I believed?

His optimistic points of view
were just as delightful
as honey coated shooting stars
--they burn so good--

I watched him with pale and shovel
remove sand around him
he dug deeper
questing
to run his fingers in Mother Nature's roots
after hearing they were kinky

tangled...

...mangled

chopped...

and screwed
from human waste

So this
hue man
didn't waste time

he wanted
to grease her scalp

I told him

"Soil suits your quest better
because it is of fertile earth
sands just waste time"

He replied

"All land is fertile
being birthed of Earth loins
remember flowers
can bloom from minor efforts"

I tilted my head and smiled

Jason...

was his given name...