A red ribbon is blowing,
above the trees and through the buildings.
In one window,
out another.
Above the trees and through the buildings
I search for you. In pockets,
behind curtains,
and under fingernails.
I search for you in pockets.
But you fell through the holes
in the seams.
Along with breadcrumbs and pennies.
But you had fallen through the holes
in shoes as well
and I stepped on your fingers
while vulnerable on the ground.
-Kelli
