Three Stanzas

I.
You’re talking and chatting
And allowing me to know,
The person they said hid
Herself away long ago.

II.
The chocolate velvet bark,
Wrapped around either side
Of the monolithic tower
Tree trunk, could provide
Enough wonder to vivify,
And devour any want of mine
To ever venture back inside.

III.
I read the words of Adam Smith,
Several tenets of the Marxist,
And prepared to discuss them.
But economy is dry,
Because it doesn’t describe,
And the language is dense and drab.
If only wages, labor, and time
Could support metered rhythm and rhyme;
Then, perhaps, I’d be an economist.