advent journal: marshmallow farm

A little whimsy for a December evening . . .

marshmallow farm

here’s the thing many of us live near marshmallow farms without knowing

they are rarities events rather than ongoing projects farms of fancy

marshmallows mature stealthily hidden in fields of hay and are flash harvested

to find them whole before they are cut into jet-puffed pieces is a gift of imagination

graham crackers as big as barn doors milk chocolate bars hauled on hay wagons

wooden carts that held marshmallows were set on fire to to melt and char

then folks assembled the s’more on a flatbed cracker chocolate marshmallow cracker

on the town green where people came to melt together in fun and friendship

that hasn’t happened for a good while but I still stop when I see a farm appear

in hopes I will not be the only one who has dreams that still smolder

Peace, Milton