Two purple carrots stared at me
as they stood in an asphalt crack
outside the library, panhandling
for Indian pennies and buffalo nickles.
Long lost friends I declared them
and invited them out for pancakes and coffee,
but they kept their distance
and shed a sapphire radiance
that suggested something invisible
cloaked their proximity.
As if they contained molecules
participating in a quantum entanglement
with some far off blue giant star
in its expansion phase.
copyright © 2019 Kenneth P. Gurney