For a little while I lived in the future,
Eating chocolate while thirsty, brushing my teeth with flowers.
And it was gratifying, sorting out tender yellow buds from blue petals,
And so on.
Keeping the baskets properly labeled with masking tape of high legibility.
Too legible now, I should think,
Like those parts of France where they don’t speak French, but German,
Since Germany, as a place, is rather new and all, considering—
France too.
But yes, you’re right,
I suppose that I wouldn’t know,
Nothing to do with that definite article, except take it or leave it:
Asters, they’re called,
For the stars.