Everyone’s an Amoeba

The sky is like a Petri

dish outside my window

& everyone’s an amoeba –

they come & go like pulsating 

blobs before my eyes, microscopic

minions locked in their two-bit

sooner-forgotten-than-remembered 

lives, as they strive to divide 

& reproduce like colored honeycombs 

on slides, lost to themselves 

& their many lies 

but making for a fine subject 

for further research.