They found forever among the Froot Loops,
halfway between Frosted Flakes
and immortality in that special spot
under the lasting look of a toucan and tiger
eyeing whatever future spills
in colorful milk poured before them.
When they once again crossed carts
in the frozen aisle of Eggos
and perpetual loneliness, they let go
of forever – it now tasted stale,
iced over and bland. No amount of salt
and preservatives could save them.
Phillip Knight Scott | © 2019
Victoria is today’s host of dVerse. “Browse a grocery store or mall, looking for art in the ordinary and use that for inspiration. Art is all around us.“