for many moons
I wore the stardust in my eyes.
there was this family of human persons
to love, to watch for
but the smoke blew away
their mothers called them in
and afternoon fell to night.
adrift across upshot impulses
as uncertain vessel upon waters unsure
hazy eyes are scattered in broken breezes
through the distance of the moon
and there is that which takes place
but would not be done
until my heart, plucked like fruit,
is eaten and gone.
it is as monuments who weep in low clouds
ashes scattered, broken down
the call and the ear are the only truths.
I wore the stardust in my eyes
for many moons.
