some happiness with me
as I left. But it was sealed inside
so tight it did not seep out even
a crack of light.

I was hoping to take
some warmth from the day. It was
a hotter than a lava spring
as early as this morning. I stood
cold. I can not hold it. It melted in my hand –
yesterday’s plan.

I was hoping to take
a memory created from
a man as he looks glossy-eyed
with a big tooth smile smeared on
his face like jelly from a donut with
the runs.

All I took was myself
like the rocking chair that dottles
as ashes in a pipe. And sits like a lump
that was smoked once. But hasn’t a spark
to ignite.