Crisscross

You pass yourself 
on crisscrossing escalators, 
one of you rising 
to meet the moment, 
one of you descending 
into your collection 
of regrets. 

20/365

A version of this poem first appeared on Bluesky. Whispered into the acoustic sensors of the sleeping dreaming android, it prompted the electric sheep to generate one more tomorrow…

© 2025 Greg R. Fishbone, generated by Niji as a derivative work of the poem, "Crisscross" by Greg R. Fishbone