Nothing

Spreading my wings
like there are wings
that a human can understand
and fully operate
so as to have arms rubbing
the area around the button
where the wings are buttoned
to a flying blouse
before slipping it into
low air mass
with these huge colors
there might be a hasty
lamp the way people
ask for help with a dollar
hidden in their hand
and they shake this
silvery dust in the long
low light of late winter
afternoon is all over them
as they play spoons
on their thighs clicking
a satisfied nothing.