by Marissa Bell Toffoli.
Yes, but this was some big find,
how these make more.
You, me—we see
what they can do.
Then have at it.
Too many did little
to help. I am down,
blue. Eat up
that funny look
like an orange.
One for each of us.
Run away and
go get them all.
Who will play on?
Where is there
a way out?
Come here: jump in.
No, not now.
I said, “When.”