your bananas will not be chopped.
There is no time for knives
or pulling them apart with fingers.
You will jab the plaster on my thumb
with a fist of curiosity. We will wonder
when does empathy grow?
You will hold the yellow flesh
with a grip that melts the middle.
The ends will smile as wide as you
and move on to the next adventure.

© Carl Burkitt 2022