how to handle a dwindling population
let us lose the demarkations of age
relaxing beneath the weighty shadows of memories
i’ll find you in a thousand metaphors
borrowed from other authors
with fireflies flickering and fleeting
buzzing about our heads,
some kind of external performance
of the fizzy dancing of beers
in our minds and our stomachs
or the fluttery and fancy-free
landings??proving grounded
is more realistic than on-wing
and comfort could replace chaos
in the glittering stars of the latest,
greatest dramatic plague: love.