Basket Star

Take me to the store

Down deep

Down deepest

Where the groceries

Aren’t boxes

Where the packages

Are not in rows

Where there is not

A set playlist

Where every colour...

Is richer and brighter

because

It’s a colour

That isn’t for sale.

Take me to the basket

Of goodies

To the star

With so many arms

Beautiful arms

For reaching

And holding

Onto life.