Milk
Bananas
Apples
Can of baby peas
Pick up on your way home, please.

POET'S TRANSLATION

Milk ~ Drain the marrow of exalted life.
Bananas ~ The juxtaposition of sanity.
Apples ~ The fruit of love and deception.
Baby peas ~ The multitudes of faceless wanderers.

REALITY

Not really! Just my grocery list.

Poets experience serendipity
In the mundane.