there were terms once in our parlance.
wits,
thoughts,
and postulations
drafted on faded
paper used
for etching
floor plans
as handstands
on the roof
make headlines
while youths sit still.

hummingbirds
prattle,
the unchecked elite.

wood panels
fall,
inward sighs.

*Cat No. 35 of the 500 Cats Project