the still explosions on the rocks
the lichens grow
by spreading gray concentric shocks
they have arranged
to meet the rings around the moon although
within our memories they have not changed and since the heavens will attend
as long on us
you've been dear friend
precipitate and pragmatical;
and look what happens for time is
nothing if not amenable the shooting stars in your black hair
in bright formation
are flocking where
so straight so soon?
--come let me wash it in this big tin basin
battered and shiny like the moon