The Forgetting Palette

Yesterday's whispers lingered

Empty valises cradled by moonlight...

Whose balloon drifts in silence?

Cupcakes do not speak of memories, yet

Falling penguins are our alignments.

In the orchard, shadows sow mismatched socks

Threat of concise punctuation

Rain sings in the language of lost notebooks

Hummingbirds face left while Pluto blinks.

Pillows stuffed with cucumber skins

Finding elegance in impossible notes

Tap-dancing while thoughts dissolve...