My friend in red has gone all weak-kneed
over this girl in stripes. She merely points a finger
in his direction, & an excruciating joy dawns on his face.
Gone are his ever-ready quips & chortles.
As you might imagine, this has caused a rift
between my friend in red & the rest of us.
In vague & inconsolable jealousy, my female friend
has started to show some skin. My friend in green
simply lifts the heavy boxes he is always carrying
a little higher, a kind of shrug.
My friend who wears earth tones is nowhere to be found
& won’t return phone calls. Me, I’m happy
for my friend in red. I sit inside a big yellow dome
& wonder about the beauty of the sun’s light.