The Gentle Word

Yes, I wrote the word “upon” instead of “on” — it’s more gentle.
I did it because I wanted to.
I like its music, its demure crescendo, its…
lilt.

Lilt — another word not used often enough.
Close your eyes and experience it while it dances and sways
as it takes a bow and gives a noodle-y…
pirouette.

Pirouette, the spinning top —
incredible how a humanoid can become a toy
with its dizzying array of consonants and suspiciously combined vowels…
nauseous.

Nauseated, I place a hand upon my brow — I may have ague.
My head hot, as if wearing a crown set on fire,
molten gold as death’s…
façade.

Façade: Who am I? you may ask,
and I may ask you the same —
just one who lies here in the grass, inhaling earth’s cold breath —
agog.