Ambitions frolic in the room, reason
coiled on magic marker trails, coloured pencils,
sharpeners — misplaced. He can’t find the page, or
pretends not to notice, engaging his time
Prismatic rainbows shine, caught in high-flying midstream.
Sun-dried voices echo off these walls. Time moves
backwards, falling sideways.
watching the fledgling
flutter, opening up
for flight, zeroed down