Picking And Choosing Poem by shimon weinroth

are different sets of choice
I get my money's worth at the market
picking from amongst the many
choosing of one from any

from amongst all the stars I chose you,
you were not picked by random,
chosen with rules of foresight,
those not chosen were not picked

left on the shelves to waste and rot
their genes did not survive, next
year a different species will
shine and beckon, let it be mine

the colors cry, the fresh aromas sigh
perfume and cloud the senses
bewitch and stir the psyche
to salivate and taste buds to distend

I lick my lips and roll my tongue
outstretched hand would a strawberry eat
red sweet and juicy, a tang of memory
pulsing and pleasing, sir I would

have another and another, the yellow bananas
would join a fruit salad's sweet dream
a bit of sugar and some drops
of Irish Coffee Cream

foolishly
chose the ingredients
chose the menu
chose to ignore