Plexi Glass
pretend some day
that there were missiles
inside his morning
leave the man anonymous
and crack every last wish
with your silver bat
send them out past the seaweed
into the sun’s pathway
plant the missiles
like daffodils
exploding in springtime
and making you smile
anonymity is strong
like the plexi glass walls
he lives behind
put the message
in his mailbox
and go
just go.
