Smooth silver
bends
at your touch.
Winds at your
yummy foods.
Cozy up
inside a box.
Light
and makes
a boat up.
Light
delicate
in small
portions.
Cultivated
from the ground
but made shiny
smooth when it’s new
but when gets old
crumbles
like paper
when squeezed in a
hand
with its keen bladed
edges
like a harpy eagle’s talons
it’s held in a drawbridge closet.