
Siphoning off joy,
silent fan over my head:
a sterile office.

Siphoning off joy,
silent fan over my head:
a sterile office.

Single pale white dot
from deep in the western sky
rises with our hopes.

A city aglow;
Screen lights, down lights, and tube lights:
drowning out moonlight.

Dancing with the wind,
the sidewalk daisy eavesdrops,
transporting whispers.

Glowing live action,
lightsabers in formation—
child’s play for adults.