center blocks tumble

and hit the ground

and break dime sized

pieces of hope

wind decides

to blow itself

elsewhere

and left hope

and joy

with unclipped wings

trees sit still

left to call no

birds home

and no nests

and no apples

leaves turn

brown in summer

cement explodes

from pressure of

expectations

and pedestals

and comparisons

mirrors turned outward

ice cream cones

turn upside down

seem right side up

and proper

and cozy

not to be enjoyed