Hearing the distant sounds
The giant claws
Scrape against the pavement 

A hollow hum of machine and metal
Another day of stamping out
Our spot 

The sun rises like chocolate Babka 

The world teeters atop an ice cream cone
Held by a skipping child
In a blue dress

A couple stares down
at their Empty plates
Waiting for their devices
to charge

A big blue yoga ball
Pressing against the ass
Of an ex marine 

Life in the truck lane
This one goes that way
That one goes this way 

The joy is not the fast lane
The joy is in us

In a cup or a plate
There is joy
in a pair of socks

The world dangles from a bolo tie
Loosely strung around the neck
Of a alien teenager 

Meeting people before knowing
Sharing power strips
And lightening rods 

Everything donuts
Soft spoken waiters and parking protocols 

Burning buildings and
Toasted secrets 

We share it all
It is all in us
Put another quarter in
The rain has almost stopped