Restore my faith in what note,
as I climb the stairs
of arboreal crustaceans of words

mouthed through the clear glass
of the winter gardens
as I chow down on my flat earth pizza,

see kids wander with parents
finding white elephants
under the tropical shrubbery,

and paint their designs
on the elephant, name him,
so it is all displayed

beneath the clear glass
arches for a children’s hospital
charity. O, how my words fail.