The Future

Standing by the window, I see
the urgency in your eyes
as you pick up little
pieces of plastic
and try to put them together
unsuccessfully

Plastic crayons
on the red carpet
ache for the touch of paper
and your interest
eyeing you
beseechingly


Up in the sky,
amoral saleable vultures ply
seeking agony, rapture, fame and lies
waiting, baiting
unsuspecting victims
hungrily

Out in the street
damp yellow warnings from the sky
threaten a global downpour
plagued not
little puppets walk, talk, bicker; blinded
democratically


Then I see jubilation
as building blocks combine
To form dimples on your cheeks
I wonder, not aloud
"What's in store for you?"