Have you ever noticed.
There's always dead things,
inside sealed tight light fixtures?
Sealed tight against the day's
built evening winds,
escalated gusts.
Sealed infallible to the likes that
estrange all storm clouds,
that dare think themselves worthy.

And yet.
There they lie.
Life's change littered
INSIDE
like the insignificant pennies we step over without a thought.
Let alone a second one,
waisted.
Perplexing to say the least.
Then said little more.

Or...
Perhaps...