Popcorn

A penny from a young girl with pigtails and a toothy grin, a dime from a poet in a baseball cap, and a quarter from an elderly lady on her morning stroll.

silence

all except for the soft hiss of snowflakes

rushing into my jacket sleeves

as if they expect to slide right through

and out the other side.

silence

so heavy i'm brought to my knees,

like shifting shadows moving across walls and space

I constantly reflect everything and everyone

daydreamers like to envision a new world

one where every cog in the machine does its job

we get tired of being the mirror