10 Pound Poem on an Ounce of Paper

Harvesting thoughts
With a scythe and sickle,
Burying the furrows
Like a paradox popsicle.

The literary farmer
Sows fertile periphrasis,
Lamenting fraught seedlings
Twisting taffy off the pages.

While carmine dust-devils
Stir desert air,
Cochineal insects
Sip prickly pear.

Gather and dry

then pulverize
into bitter sweet colors
of pomegranate dyes.