Mardi Gras beads after the crowded parade
lie lonely at night on the wet black pavement
some broken with loose ends
some lying in shiny gold spirals
some lying in shimmery green amorphous amoebas
some lying in sparkly purple clusters
many separated spaced apart with black
all awaiting the next collision.
Like individual solitary galaxies
in the vast blackness of space
some floating in shiny gold spirals
some floating in shimmery green amorphous amoebas
some floating in sparkly purple clusters
some shredded by galactic collisions with ragged ends
all waiting to unravel at the end of time.
Like those monuments to individualism
isolated personal Webpages
floating alone in cyberspace
sparkly shimmering images
with tenuous ties
to the parade that left them behind.