Salt and Saffron

Too much of him initiated
a stroke but not enough
made a person dehydrated.
Really, the only way he could
be served was with saffron,
for she, in even the smallest pinches,
complimented him.

I remember when he sprinkled
himself all over the office. His granulated
figure distracted clerks
from their calculated charts. We were
ready to kick him out, but she calmed
his spasmodic zest with three words
(Tour the store) and channeled
his enthusiasm into sales. Customers became
enamored with him
and purchased bachelor’s chests.

Unfortunately, saffron’s content to remain
orange became pungent to him.
He wanted to be known as salted
not saved. So he left her for basil,
a terminal cluster that surrounded
him and made him obvious.