some unlocked something—
green and red memory
tripping tumblers
some unlocked something—
green and red memory
tripping tumblers
a dropped Starbucks—
red and green cup crushed, frozen,
spread like a star
making by spending
time and money and desire
until there is none
now all those ghosts
return strewn with colored lights
to hide their gray
green and red—like red
and blue—colors otherwise
antagonistic
all of us
wishing to be from
where we are
fog clothes us and
blurred balls of colored light lead
somewhere hidden
like swerving back
into place after I drift
into their lane
and wondering
what clouds, trees, and stones know
about time
against
all the other events that
never echoed