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...