Something Like A Flying Kiss

Life is a person sitting up there on high
scrunching up these silver paper balls
from mint new cigarette packs and
half-finished chocolate wraps
then throws it down on me when
I least expect-
it's anyone's guess
And I then pelt right back
like this and this and this
something like a flying kiss!

Or else Life scatters crushed confetti
itsy bits of mindless paper or sudden showers
of honey coated ice flakes or simply just
a wake of this and that and other stuff
and then I pick up these arms full of
half-baked fluff and carefully take some
on my open palm and blow it back again
from where it came and in the harmless charming
game-in the bliss of hit and miss- it seems so
like a flying kiss!