Don’t forget the night and

don’t stretch your fingers too far, keep them close,

in a fist,

to you,

for you.

Not dead,

not quite yet,

out of batteries though,

and shelf space too.

But there’s still cool air,

plenty of it to go around,

Like during times of war,

all that cool air everyone gets used to.

None of it is blue enough, or green enough,

and we just don’t know how to end it,

and it almost always

never loud enough.