The gnats draw lines
when they fly.
they hang in my vision
between the forest and me.
Can you wish on a well
that wasn't meant for wishing?
There was a moldy orange
in the fruit bowl this morning.
Finding it felt pretty much
the same as the rest
of my life.
Empty bottles
Are scattered through my bedroom.
Reminders of starry skies
washed away by dawn.
Nights lost
to all but memory.
A brilliant man
who lives across the street
visited my home this evening.
He drank three glasses of wine,
and smoked a cigarette while
all of us ate pretzels from a red bowl.
It's the third of July,
and for some reason,
there were more fireworks displays tonight
than I've ever seen
on the fourth itself.
