The cake walk at pearls end / Y. Bilchinsky

Your suitcase happens to match to mine

perfectly, splendidly

In color and in form.

I’m much obliged the saying goes-

the triple building grows.

Impact of fuel, and happiness rains down

from over there,

escapes his fate but tragically steps

right into the lair.

He lives too soon, too fast;

or so I have been told.