the pale yellow pitter-patter
echo’s across the steel-cool tiles.
racing with the fleeting shadows
darting against the shudders of the
painted remnants that fall gently.
slipping through the other side of
what was left out to dry.
corduroy pants bristling with electricity,
fuzzy tumbleweeds blown by the slick
white air, glide happily across the glassy floor.
gnarled divots fill the bed