Unlikely Neighbors

UNLIKELY NEIGHBORS

Our hearts taste the same—

Little candy hearts,

Pastel-coloured,

Banished for generations.

It’s not rocket science

To stamp out conversations.

G-rated, sweet standbys

Make their way into people’s hands.

Excuse me for weighing in before I chose!

The sugar-dusted air,

Virtually chalky,

Refurbished my ideas.

This confectionary of century-old machinery

Makes for a haphazard practice.

We stood, side-by-side among giants,

Coin-sized newcomers, stable and true.

Now we’ve hit the South Pole

To trim slogans in red dye,

For little candy hearts

Make unlikely neighbors.