Candy Shop - Day 22

 Frooties

Need enough of something and it'll come

in barrels. Color is like this: broken

in four and funneled into drums, the kind

you imagine when people say blood

for oil. Every flavor to delight

an eye eddies where those rivers meet.

Proportion, says the alchemist, matters,

and they run dry in the order you love

them most-to-least, children failing

the marshmallow experiment again.

The C well fades, no longer at the full--

sorry, you can't have the red you need

for want of blue. Some flag might look

weak, or worse yet, wrong. Better

not commit anything for now.