The fruit flies are diminishing,
and with them, most of my cares,
though it is not a worry-free goodbye,
the kind that leaves me with dreams
of drinks after tennis
(I’ve only once played),
but rather a lonely feeling
that opportunity came this way
to lift many souls up and toward electronic light,
and I am not overly observant,
but have still noticed
that I am here and it is quiet.
I must have missed my ride,
the application of wings,
because I am unable to admit
my talents may just have
been mislabeled
all along.