Gleanings

You're under pink and blue,

The entrance you were planning,

Looking like the coolest Friday night.

I'm dropping from the ceiling,

Reddest apple 

Days too ripe.

The cloud of men surrounds,

An open box of donuts in the office,

Glazed and filled.

I watch.

I've been that boy before.

I've paid the interest.

There are many ways

To slip and plummet

Over the railing.

Waves appearing kind

Are often cruelest.

- 5/15/25