Rethinking Life

That’s super colourful,
like it’s been drawn from pens made out if fire,
and then someone lit the fuse
on all the bright lines of red
and blue
and yellow
until they exploded
into a massive pair of burning wings –

like a feathery star,
flying the sky.

I used to have a box of feathery stars,
but sometimes,
life can be mean to such things,
so now I sit on a beach
with a pocket full of shells,
waiting for the moment
when I figure out where the fuses are.

— yeah,
maybe I should have just said:

“Hi, cute feathers!”

But where’s the fun in that?