Ramya Yandava
There are so many nice posters to be had
and things environmentally friendly to replace balloons.
There are coasters and toasters, both
delightful. One comes in so many shapes, sizes, and colors!
The other is magic and does things to bread.
For people who like sports, there are so many of them.
For people who like art, there are trees.
Sometimes people who like sports like art,
but people who like art don’t always like sports.
It’s the old thing about squares and rectangles.
Everything is a game
and a form of beauty.
Now I could talk about nature, the wild violet,
the green mist of rain, the sublimity of mountains,
how early this morning on a walk through my mind
I encountered the most beautiful nasturtiums.
I could even engage in some wordplay,
but then you might think I’m making pun of you.
It’s just that living—who knew there were so many wonderful frivolities
in it? Sequins and things. Too much blush and a little glitter.
Fruits like papaya, little boxes and dishes to keep your trinkets in,
the way fish move through water, translucently beautiful
but making all those funny faces.
Let’s go, we’re going to shop for a toaster together,
and then we’ll plaster our personalities all over the walls in the form of posters.
Everything is a game of beauty.
We could tear them off and start
all over again.
Ramya Yandava lives in Boston. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in The Oxonian Review, The Society of Classical Poets, The Classical Outlook, and Merion West. She writes the newsletter Soul-Making at soulmaking.xyz.
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