Bittersweetness, bouncing
hoping, hating, loving, waiting
for the next flavor to emerge
The chance of another bad one
costs the faith of the leery
But time grows quickly shifting
sweetly to yet another wonder
touching, tasting, holding, wasting
no time for there is no time to
waste, we are fleeting winks in
the greater eye and all the lashes
settle on but one cacophany of
relentless but sometimes
favored flavors, savor it the
moment until there are no more to
experience, to which all must come
eventually.