lollipop pink

lollipop pink.

i got a lollipop the other day

from the cart where the man stood,

one eye gone.

where it went,

no one knows.

except me.

i offered to tell him

if he gave me the lollipop.

the lollipop was mine before the birds could chirp.

and my, how many birds were there.

my favorite was the lollipop pink one.

the one that dances around the cotton candy blue tree

all day long in the caramel sun.

so as i licked the lollipop,

i decided to name it lollipop pink.

pink it was, lollipop it was.

the man asked me, rather impatiently,

where his eye went.

i told him,

with my sugar-coated lips,

"the lollipop pink took it."

whether it was the bird or the lollipop,

no one knows.

except me.