When the power grid crashes,
let's dance under the streetlights--
lit up only by the moon
and the tree sprites

Fae tricksy games
Fantasy trip deadly

Were suffocating ourselves
           with our own
              plastic bag of denial.



Let us recycle our outdated
                                 baggage
and carry it another way.

It was clear he didn’t belong.
His hair was shabby
and his clothes revealed him.

He smoked a cigarette, and then two.
A couple walked past
while he laughed.

I was staring his ineffability
Specifically,
at the secret of people
so often ignored.

I left to get a pen,
the sun shined his face
he stared back at me
and calmly said:
“You take what you get”

After a long pause,
Wearing a truth-holder smile, he repeated:
“You take… If you get”
He picked up his bags
And faded away