Confetti

Poetry

Aug 2

Shredded newspapers litter
a downtrodden hamster’s
cardboard undercarriage
while water drips slowly

Skies dim about street lamps
as families sit around the
dinner table idling away
on their tiny computers

A bottle pops open
and nothing spills out
because this whole time,
I’ve been the confetti

Father, certified life coach, writer, podcast host, real estate investor/agent, and sociable introvert. Curating a meaningful life.

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