Ostentatiously I flap my arms.
Because of course.
I am a peacock and I am the center Of The World.
Everything is mine, but nothing is.
I feel the feathers slip out of my fingers,
Like a breath away in the wind, fading fast.
Goodbye sunlight, I’ll save your glow of hope for tomorrow.
Put it in my pocket.
My voice calls across the floor and fades fast.
They do not see this decorated chicken flouncing today.
Maybe i’ll Dance tomorrow.