Future Wash

Simple heuristic, will you be my
mommy, a panderer to my wish-
I-coulds and can't-right-nows?

The gold is in the heart and hills.
A fold will mix with parts of pills,
or some such way it goes.

Perhaps the next corner will be
a store front's back drop, 
a method to sell what's
for dinner to the desert's
ice marketer.

Each belief: undone by the
day's experience: a new 
person, fresh eye,
and a trustworthy
faith in something 
counter to what was 
in the kitchen before.