unexpected

as best

things come always

out from nothing

as you

as us

as places

as kids

as faces

unexpected

they pop-up

like those pop-stories

they get you immersed

into the blue

indigo darkening blue

with fading yellow lights

and the sounds of ending summer

the place where you find yourself

is the same where you fall

where two corpses collide

and disperse in a shooting star

there up and pop

the perfect folding pop-ups match

that is all it takes

to be awake

at the right second

that pops up to you